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The harmonic sound of a mountain river, deep in the silence of the night

Any word you say, any thought you have is counting. Nothing is random. Nothing can be predicted.

In the chaos provoked by the evil, there is no rule, no law and no shame.

Whatever can guide you it's inside your deep memories.

Long ago, you have been a higher being of Light. Your presence was as the harmonic sound of a mountain river, deep in the silence of the night.

The accumulation of distorted patterns is dissolved instantly in the infinity of the cosmos. The evil's pride is a breeze in the greatness of the ocean.