You were dead a thousand times. Hopeless encounters successfully won.
A man long dead. grafted to machines your builders did not understand.
You follow the path, fitting into an infinite pattern.

Yours to manipulate, to destroy and rebuild.

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⠀⠘⣧⠀⠉⠛⢦⣄⠈⡇⠀⠈⠻⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣩⠭⠷⣤⡘⣧⠀⠀⠘⠛⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⠟⢀⣠⠾⠻⣷⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡗⠎⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⠙⠓⠶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠘⢁⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Now, in the quantum moment before the closure, when all become one.
One moment left. One point of space and time.

I know who you are.


You are Destiny.