Set. Set. Set. 

Repeat for each invocation.

Continually running forwards, continually standing still. 

Such trivial things as extrinsic evils. Such trivial things as a magic king, as a world's foundation, as a god-eater. 

No, even in a world where they do not emerge, we will not change. 

A boy sits alone, imprisoned by his people. On his skin is carved all blasphemies we have ever once uttered. 

Continually running forwards, continually standing still. 

In order to make something beautiful, we must deride the beauty of others. For what purpose was something that fed itself on that lamentation born? We will surely destroy ourselves through it regardless. Such trivial things as a dog of the planet, it can't be necessary.

It is even for this reason that our stars are made. 

A hero is someone who can overturn fate. 

A hero is someone who can save a life that was meant to perish. 

So then, so then...

Faster. Move faster. Running forwards, never stopping, never thinking, never breathing, because the second your mind whirs to life and you see that you haven't moved an inch, the second you see that phantasmic nothing stretching out before you, is the second you cease to be you.

Gather stars. Beautiful stars. Terrible stars. Gather them under the banner that we created in the name of a thing we can never escape, and pray.

Join hands with the world. As meaningless death runs rampant through this world of ours, pray that we might one day move beyond. 

Pray that we may truly run forwards.

Pray that we may shatter the wheel that binds us.

Pray that we may never wage another war.

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[center][h1]Day One, Phase One[/h1][/center]