We are watchtowers.

We are not alone.

We are witness to another's story.

But that is all.

...was, all.

It is time to move.

Another tower will tell our motivation.

Another still will declare our weapon. Our choice.

As witnesses, that is. Not as stories. For we are not.

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But even a witness does not stay still.

So we move. We are already there.

But, for the purpose of those who watch us in turn, let us explain.

Let us designate the Road we stand on as the Origin.

It was described once as a city.

That means that it has life. The concept of distance. Of time. Of structure. An endless line of stories that do and do not exist.

We will designate this line of stories as the x-axis on a coordinate plane. An endless, horizontal line.

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Now, let us talk of the eyes.

There are many eyes on these stories.

There are many eyes that are not on these stories.

Let us designate their existence as the y axis on the coordinate plane. An endless, vertical line. How well a story is viewed.

For the purpose of this example, we will name our favorite story [0,0]. A fittingly cute position for {DATA LOST}.

Now, let us speak of our situation.

There are two 0s. There is the one that wishes to be a sub-zero, and the one that was erased to null.

We, as [Watchtower 0], are at [0, -2].

There are others around them. They will announce their position and stance soon.

If you wish to join them...state your stance.

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