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丶  ̄ _人'彡ノ
stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments.
Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can
prove that it isn't true. In the dark, there is discovery, there is
possibility, there is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated
it. And who has been so close to doing it as we are right now?
All this will be for nothing. We will have been for nothing. Defined
by their histories, distorted to fit into their narrative, until all
that is left of us are the monsters in the stories they tell their
children.