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The world is a hive, twisted and combined. The world is a water cup, with silent sand and turbid water. The world is a whirlpool, where countless races meet. The world is a furnace, where creatures and civilizations blend with each other or are hostile to each other. Ignorant people will eventually be led to the end, and the end of the song is an endless cage. Who is whispering? Asred. Who is mocking? Motonos. Who is sleeping? Onsipke. Stop and listen! Tick, tick, tick, that is the countdown of all things.