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    Know that your worldscape is ashen,


    Its star husks long withered away,


    And the colours you''ve seen a kaleidoscope screen


    Erupting in fits from the grey.


    Know that your world is a dreaming,


    Your starlight the winking of minds,


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    Their churning avulsion encodes the emulsion


    Of yearning and death that it binds.


    Know that your shout is eternal,


    The scream of your life held within,


    Forevermore bound is that cold echoed sound


    That dies and rebirths in the din.


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    - Post-Collapse era liturgy, First Committee World.


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    They say that the limit to luck is a curve that bends into forever. I say that there is no limit, buddy, because forever′s just a long fucking time.


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    - Substrate whisper, unknown provenance.