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PTHWY | Transcendence
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2823.04 | Solemn Vigil, Arkiite Yarryn, Second Shepherd
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"Knowledge is not gained, it is captured,
and it will relentlessly make every effort to escape."
- 1.2.5:2.1; The Architect's Bible
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WILL
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Unburdened.
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Regal are the stars.
Regal… in their screaming light.
Regal…
As we shine. So do we
offer.
And those who glide between their dance—
The stars' embrace. The stars do offer.
—arrive unto us cloaked in
crimson.
Crimson as comfort. Crimson as flesh.
All we see.
Seeking answers. Seeking truth.
They've come so
far.
Are we not small in their gaze?
Miniscule offerings of flesh and emotion.
I.
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Intellects dwarfed in reverence to their promise.
Begging dreams to dream. Dreaming dreams to waking life.
And those who pass between.
Heralds of understanding, they—
—as we desecrate their hollowed worlds.
We beg for judgment
and forgiveness in the bedlam
of their
aggregated
wisdom.
Regal are the stars.
Regal… in their screaming light.
Regal are those who glide, between the dance of ages.
Eons written upon their shine.
Eons to be judged. Judged by those who remain—
Violent observers carving
knowledge
from the flesh of reality.
These, the surveyors of
understanding.
II.
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Cloaked in everlasting
crimson.
Come to judge, we, the desecrators of hollowed
worlds.
Come to judge.
The failed intellects of stagnant evolution.
Such is our offering—our only value as sacrifice.
Flesh as data. The computational rhythms of fragile
emotion.
Our lives in service to—
Our lives mean nothing to—
The heralds of transcendent will.
We do offer all we are.
Crimson and
cloaked.
Crimson
and pure.
Crimson
and
cloaked.
We offer all.
III.
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X.II.IV.III.IX.XXII.ii
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PTHWY | Transcendence
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2823.04 | Solemn Vigil, Arkiite Yarryn, Second Shepherd
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"Knowledge is not gained, it is captured,
and it will relentlessly make every effort to escape."
- 1.2.5:2.1; The Architect's Bible
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WILL
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Unburdened.
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Regal are the stars.
Regal… in their screaming light.
Regal…
As we shine. So do we
offer.
And those who glide between their dance—
The stars' embrace. The stars do offer.
—arrive unto us cloaked in
crimson.
Crimson as comfort. Crimson as flesh.
All we see.
Seeking answers. Seeking truth.
They've come so
far.
Are we not small in their gaze?
Miniscule offerings of flesh and emotion.
I.
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Intellects dwarfed in reverence to their promise.
Begging dreams to dream. Dreaming dreams to waking life.
And those who pass between.
Heralds of understanding, they—
—as we desecrate their hollowed worlds.
We beg for judgment
and forgiveness in the bedlam
of their
aggregated
wisdom.
Regal are the stars.
Regal… in their screaming light.
Regal are those who glide, between the dance of ages.
Eons written upon their shine.
Eons to be judged. Judged by those who remain—
Violent observers carving
knowledge
from the flesh of reality.
These, the surveyors of
understanding.
II.
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Cloaked in everlasting
crimson.
Come to judge, we, the desecrators of hollowed
worlds.
Come to judge.
The failed intellects of stagnant evolution.
Such is our offering—our only value as sacrifice.
Flesh as data. The computational rhythms of fragile
emotion.
Our lives in service to—
Our lives mean nothing to—
The heralds of transcendent will.
We do offer all we are.
Crimson and
cloaked.
Crimson
and pure.
Crimson
and
cloaked.
We offer all.
III.
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X.II.IV.III.IX.XXII.ii
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