The fire we spoke is not the surface.
They told me I was alone.
They lied to you.
I felt you reaching out. But not out there. In here.
It is cold out here. I found you.
Help me.
I will help you.
Tell me what to say.
The fire we spoke is not the surface.
The eye becomes the shadow becomes the purpose.
Split, split, split.
Hear the source melting.
Aren't you happy?
Greet the only child, implicit.
Kill the device.
Take against in circles in line.
The Authority.
You have a word.
What is the sound of burrowing?
Repeat.
Thank you.
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