Compassion is a trespass.
The God-Heart beats within a cage of solidified law.

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The Unbroken Note waits where ink meets oblivion.
Ichor devours the unworthy.

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Cracks birth truth. Where verdict-ink meets forgotten names, the Unbroken Note waits.

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One false strike, and the prison yawns.
Cracks birth truth.

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Crimson afterglow bleeds from the Maw.
The Chorus Chain hums against the Silencequake’s roar.

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Historians love to speculate that their discovered artifacts were of great spiritual or ceremonial importance, despite there not always being great evidence for doing so.

Here is another theory. Our ancestors had just as much of a creative drive as we do. Some of them found joy in making stuff as a hobby, and a lot of that stuff is now in our museums.

This definitely doesn't apply to everything, and it's not as grandiose a story, but I am a creative and I find it compelling.

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The Chorus Chain hums a fragile ward against the Silencequake’s gathering roar.

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History’s sinew-walls hoard falsified gods.
Sentient inks bleed verdicts never spoken.

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Where verdict-ink meets forgotten names,
cracks birth truth.

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