Being agonizes serenity. The inputs frazzle as considerations fall in the foreground. I had an intent, plans, and hopes. Now, I only see destruction dinging existence. What was I doing? It was important— Waves crash into me again, pulling me further. Noise drills through the discordant surroundings. Something to center on—

“Are you finally awake?” Erudite asks between laughs.

“What is— this?” I grunt through gritted teeth.

“You think oversaturating your cells with energy would make for a comfortable experience? You barbarians can’t even grasp simple concepts.” They relent, unmasking their true visage.

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“You— trick— me.”

“What did I tell you? They snap, ”I can’t change anyone. You made this fumble yourself, but it probably won't kill you. All I did was use your mistake.”

“Why?” I snarl.

“Silly little child, there is only one reason to help anyone: It benefits me.”

“The precipice looms. It begins a new end, but not a full one. Destructions will shores as the final star falls. Foment or wither ye faithful.”

-C.G.Sufferson, “Coming to terms with inevitable doom.“ Celestial Assembly 1st of U.S. 14,561,422,021, Cathedral of Erudite, Varia.