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Call night upon you. Become an instrument of its moment of fading revelation.

Hear the ancient night howl to the light. Become sound and fury. Fire upon the deep.

Absent gods gifted us with music and pain. Speak to absence. Company of silence.

Vain consolation to know the stories of men before you and after you in the hour of death.

You have felt brave against the void, stoic in the face of agony, and yet you die in terror.

Now plod onwards through the million-year-old night. To the birth of miracles.