Eighteen years ago, they pulled her off the altar and disappeared into the dust.
Eighteen years later, they destroyed everything about her and renewed their vows.
Those who love her will spend the rest of their lives with red flowers and white snow; those who hate her will hate the glitz once their dreams are shattered.
Who knows that the world is heavy, but there is only a trickle of gratitude and resentment?
The bright moon will always be filled with hatred, and the sky will never be reached.
When she ascends to the altar again, it will be the day when the secret restarts.
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"The unknown, ruthless god
Giving just the right tools to his chosen ones:
Gave the dark wall to Milton
Leave wandering and oblivion to Cervantes.
What survives in memory belongs to him.
What comes to us is scum. "
——Borges "The Other"
Purpose: Be responsible and keep the mission in mind