Yes, do that...then we shall all frolic in the meadow of peace, flowers and rainbow. But no sun, never sun...for the sun has forsaken us, and any hope of it would be treason to our kind. And any treason would be met with our one punishment; immolation. Yes, to purged by the one pure existence on our plain of reality...fire. Of, how I worship it so. Nor peace, flowers, or rainbow can match up to my love of fire.
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Madness.