My computer is dead and my necromancy isn't strong enough. The smartphone is all that's left. What started as a grim, life-negating quest for introspection has become a grim, life-negating gape into the void. The stars are going wrong. Hobby becomes addiction. These eyes, worn by the quest for knowledge are overly sensitive to light, and the darkness grows. My only hope are the codes.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no death, there is the force.
A knight is sworn to valour.
Their heart knows only virtue.
Their blade defends the helpless.
Their might upholds the weak.
Their word speaks only truth.
Their wrath undoes the wicked.
The prie-ahem believer of fictional deities and mon-no follower of fictional philosophy thanks you for reading.
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