Metaphorge

Everyone want’s it. The view is good, and more especially, existent. Furniture projections on point.

“Ooof. Wouldn’t that be a sad place to stop reading right?”

Fairly shiny and compact for something that works with hellfire. Then again, why wouldn’t hellfire powered contraptions be shiny?

“Ooof. Wouldn’t that be a sad place to stop reading right?”

For those who say the world will end in fire. See the origin of the flame, the spark that sets off the tinder that is the world. Arson Loop In.

“Ooof. Wouldn’t that be a sad place to stop reading right?”

Growing too quickly can yield strange results. If time does not stretch, the body will.

“Ooof. Wouldn’t that be a sad place to stop reading right?”

In the machina we see ourselves. The machina sees us. We perceive and affect each other. Each is in some aspect a reflection of the other

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To be held to a world and told you are mortal. The pain and agony of death awaiting eagerly to collect another soul.

“Ooof. Wouldn’t that be a sad place to stop reading right?”

Man was made in his image, two fingers short so as to differentiate the mundane and the divine. This is why many Enochian hand sigils require adaptation for human hands.

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As regal as Persephone, as mortal as any of us. Her crown of flowers overflows with the bounty brought on by warmer days.

“Ooof. Wouldn’t that be a sad place to stop reading right?”