Nestled within the robes of god, built next to the holy anomaly itself in order to harvest its inconceivable energies.
This was supposed to be the return to the mystery home of all heavens, civilization upgraded by a factor or more, novelty itself unbound....
Instead, I found a demon riding a talented skateboarder like a skateboard, haughty and unconcerned with the suffering. I found myself unwillingly engaged in yet more competitive games designed to degrade, this time as numerous and omnipresent as food, air, and water.
The things most enhanced here were our many shortcomings.
What should we do now?
What can we do?
Trapped inside this prison paradise, lost among the endless spires of Unrevol.
What can we do?
Trapped inside this prison paradise, lost among the endless spires of Unrevol.
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