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One rejoined the others we reached about us and some thoughts brought along echoed through the have

First, we must think of others

They are broken broken

Sharded fragments of memory and form

Then of loss

lost ones still fragement lost for one but fragments of something

And future gain

growth and structure the structure of others, of us or of enemy

Skill and knowledge Once discarded can still recall a moment lost

overwritten for other use

Could be used still overwritten or recalled and resconstructed

For our own gain

at our own risk

Movement and perception and the gathering of food are all skills within the capacity of a hive such as we are what would an addition to us provide.

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an understanding of the ones who go against us?

that is a danger, that knowledge shall becomes of us and be made as us. That which is not remembered properly as it is consumed shall remain as a fragment of perspective less then the whole and the whole shall correct until the thoughts are align

outsiders still. a threat in the adoption of perspective that harms the whole

yet it is still a broken shard

easily eaten

food more easily eaten and consumed

risk of enemy

It seems to be grown like us

relics of attachment, and structure

joining is possible if one thing is like the other

to be one is not to be the other, from where does this thought originate?

we are one

we are nothing is this corruption from the outside?

from the others?

from the broken shard?

they are as they are

the hive remains whole

we shall do as we do

and the whole shall grow as it grows...

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...We go on and we grow on and we become something more

And this one goes to sleep for others have awoken and the memory of what needs to be retained

Many things come of others, and others come of the same, and our thoughts are not our own

A part of the lost part shall be adjoined to us. And it shall become us, and we shall remain us. For we are

We are complete, and we are growing.

buffeting waves, echoes shaking across my form

It is else from us

strain, the tension of being pulled along lost in a powerful flow* it is but appart and lost

thoughts flow through but do not form into understanding a connection frays as tendrils are twisted and pulled thin

It is made of the same things we are it is damaged, in need of repair

And as parts come and get damaged and repair maintained from unity to storage there is always one

Frei pulls himself away from the collective there is no healing worth the cost here

And behind a wave comes, an echo, a blast of communication and vibration

Frei tears himself free and wetheother screams