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Oh great bird.
Give us mercy.
Will crushing that hand bring us mercy?
A kind and mischievous spirit.
A lonely and mischievous spirit.
She means no harm with her mischief.
No damage done by unintentional mischief.
There was a race that recorded their
knowledge on the walls.
This knowledge will operate in a mechanical
box, as a virtual wise-man.
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It shall awaken should a wise-man
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read the mural.
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The Goddess of the Mountain changes her form.
Into the goddess that loves blood and war.
To assuage her anger, thou must get down on the ground
and pray.
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Skanda, a large clay doll.
The one who holds the golden key which soars through
the skies.
The ones that created Nüwa.
Ones that tried to imitate the powers of the great Mother.
The power to create life.
The power that created us.
Those wishes were not granted.
The glowing red crucifix is a beacon that connects the seen and
the unseen.