It’s a dream, Oswin. You dreamed it for yourself because the truth was too terrible.
When I was a child, my favorite story was about a man who lived forever, but whose eyes were heavy with the weight of all he had seen.
fuck attractive people
that’s the plan
So let us adorn ourselves with smoke and flame
drip blood rubies and pile up devotees like toy soldiers,
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