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But then there was the second reason. The resistance we encountered while fighting inside the engine of rebirth was unexpectedly weak, barely slowing us down at all. Perhaps those walls we could not pass were all the defense it had needed.

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They hid something away, and its concealed brilliance brought travellers asking what it was, and what it was for. No doubt they became as they are for its sake.

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......yes, that is what the seeds of Delusion throughout that interminable boredom were. But our speculations mented not even the name of conjecture; they were merely convenient connections - delusions, coincidences.

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Things that would only slow the limbs and dull the senses are better used as a pretext to purge this filthy world. Thin excuses that fly away on the wind are to be used to trick depressing, gloomy comrades.

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No amount of silent waiting would twist those foolish ideas into truth. The truth hid just out of sight, always too quick to be caught. It fled, diving away just faster than the eye could focus on it.

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And the Unnecessary things themselves are to be used as material to define borders. To tear away one's own feelings and illusions, and Redraw the Line.

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Were the PRAYERs defending the tower, or did the tower itself possess some conscious ability to gather them to itself? Which being commands the other? No, their connection cannot be described in terms of master and servant.

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They hid something away, and its concealed brilliance brought travellers asking what it was, and what it was for. No doubt they became as they are for its sake.

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Hope, desire, delusion, anxiety, and- ..and yes, walls. Each object an embodiment of their abandoned humanity. And that was all we knew of them.

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.-- .- .-. -. .. -. --. W A R N I N G AN AWESOME PRAYER IS CONFLICT WITH US KEEP YOUR DIGNITY

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And that left the third reason. Long ago, when the PRAYERs were still human... What had they thought? What was their goal? There should still be those among us who understand.

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A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away. Let the hunt begin. So said the voice of nostalgia.

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SEGMENT †††††： ON THE MEDALLION ENIGMATIC UTERUS： GARDEN HUGE ARCHIVE

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EQUIPMENT : KOB-0Cs PROMISED DAWN 緋輪 INFERNAL SABBATH -.- .- --. ..- .-. .- ＫＡＧＵＲＡ

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Perhaps that is how the ceremony that we, who have lost true sleep, use to reknit ourselves should be described. The Illusions might be a pleasure, attained without Overrationalizing this boring, depressing operation.

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Perhaps that which we now call a sham, a recapitulation already fading away, was meant only as an attraction for those who aspire to true creativity.

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A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away. Let the hunt begin. So said the voice of nostalgia.

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SEGMENT †††††： ON THE MEDALLION ENIGMATIC UTERUS： GARDEN HUGE ARCHIVE

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Its status quo was of eternal preservation of its own life, simply by allowing each event to correct itself. Unless we were able to bring a Definite End before the Great Clock revived, we would never escape, and the Equilibrium would restore itself.

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A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away. Let the hunt begin. So said the voice of nostalgia.

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And that left the third reason. Long ago, when the PRAYERs were still human... What had they thought? What was their goal? There should still be those among us who understand.

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A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away. Let the hunt begin. So said the voice of nostalgia.

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SEGMENT †††††： ON THE MEDALLION ENIGMATIC UTERUS： GARDEN HUGE ARCHIVE

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SEGMENT †|： WAR RELICS EDGE OF THE GARDEN： WAR RELICS OUTSKIRTS

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Hope, desire, delusion, anxiety, and- ..and yes, walls. Each object an embodiment of their abandoned humanity. And that was all we knew of them.

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Did they offer themselves up as martyrs, in eternal PRAYER, as the Dragon's words suggested? When they gained immortal bodies, their senses and values were altered―

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A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away. Let the hunt begin. So said the voice of nostalgia.

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And that left the third reason. Long ago, when the PRAYERs were still human... What had they thought? What was their goal? There should still be those among us who understand.

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If we were to be delayed along the road ahead, we would become trapped by pursuers from the Great Clock Once the infiltrators are within the body, it is only a matter of time until they are eliminated.

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SEGMENT ††††††： INTO CARDINAL CAVITIES OF DELUSION： CARDINALSHAFT FRAME

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Did they offer themselves up as martyrs, in eternal PRAYER, as the Dragon's words suggested? When they gained immortal bodies, their senses and values were altered―

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SEGMENT †††： CLOUDY OCEAN INVISIBLE CRACKS： OCEAN OF REGRET

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