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

Everything was being made ready for that time, and what we wandered through was but the wings offstage, the curtain down - traversing a tiny piece of Hell.

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.

The speculation was nothing but idle entertainment to begin with. Perhaps the conclusion was just ahead, waiting for us to reach it? Thoughts, predictions of the future ― Hope.

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.

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.

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.

To put it simply, it is moral dignity. Rationality. Excuses. Patronage. Common Goals. Such things always disappear in the face of the light. Regardless of whether they stem from within or without, they are the same.

Their forms were foolish and they acted with dreadful efficiency, but they always succeeded Perhaps those forms are the remnants of what they were before.

No, removed altogether. They became unfeeling Things, and they were already far beyond the comprehension of any living being. We thought of the tower as a nest, and them as bees or ants, or perhaps some sort of vegetation.

To put it simply, it is moral dignity. Rationality. Excuses. Patronage. Common Goals. Such things always disappear in the face of the light. Regardless of whether they stem from within or without, they are the same.

*Removing all operation cues* *Operation complete. Commencing close down.* *We sincerely thank you for your extended patronage.* *One last thing...* *We hope you enjoy a little time left.*

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

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

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.

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.

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

That which we fought had enough reasons for it to be convenient to allow us into its own belly that we could not hope to enumerate and plan for them all. We could but uneasily advance. They were not invincible in combat,

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

There were reasons why it had to be so. Likewise, there were reasons why it did not matter if it was so. With nothing ever bringing them to a Definite End, they were eternal, immobile - one could even call them immortal.

We wondered in the silence if there was not a reason for that lassitude, if it was not all preparation for some elaborate plan. The silence itself confirmed our suspicions. The action and inaction of our foes spoke louder than any words.

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.

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―

Their forms were foolish and they acted with dreadful efficiency, but they always succeeded Perhaps those forms are the remnants of what they were before.

but neither were they always easy opponents. That was why we had arrived here from Outside so easily. It would be different now that we were Inside. But how? We had no answer, and so were left with nothing but a vague uneasiness.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

The speculation was nothing but idle entertainment to begin with. Perhaps the conclusion was just ahead, waiting for us to reach it? Thoughts, predictions of the future ― Hope.

*Removing all operation cues* *Operation complete. Commencing close down.* *We sincerely thank you for your extended patronage.* *One last thing...* *We hope you enjoy a little time left.*

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

SEGMENT　†††|： CLOUDY OCEAN OPPOSITE OF THE VEIL： BEYOND NIMBUS

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

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

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.

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

Everything was being made ready for that time, and what we wandered through was but the wings offstage, the curtain down - traversing a tiny piece of Hell.

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.

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.

SEGMENT　†††|： CLOUDY OCEAN OPPOSITE OF THE VEIL： BEYOND NIMBUS

To put it simply, it is moral dignity. Rationality. Excuses. Patronage. Common Goals. Such things always disappear in the face of the light. Regardless of whether they stem from within or without, they are the same.

Everything arriving below would be automatically sifted, restricted. As if the tower itself was a colossal filtration device, sucking its nutrients in from the waters at its base. A great tree, gathering strength to bear fruit at the end of eternity.

We wondered in the silence if there was not a reason for that lassitude, if it was not all preparation for some elaborate plan. The silence itself confirmed our suspicions. The action and inaction of our foes spoke louder than any words.

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.

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.

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.

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.

That which we fought had enough reasons for it to be convenient to allow us into its own belly that we could not hope to enumerate and plan for them all. We could but uneasily advance. They were not invincible in combat,