The gods are so sick of this wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff
Because it is the nature of the thing to disrupt search patterns and recreate its surroundings like cover.
Perhaps because you spend too much time tumbling your new toy and not enough time searching for the disturbance.
Y o u can’t stop it y o u knowthatswh y y o u pussi e s a l l stayou t of t he E a s t
Someone quiet the gaping maw.
She’s YOUR consort, worldwalker.
WAS my consort, deceiver.
Are you sure? Contortions like this are enough to make anyone feel nostalgic.
I change my mind. Go back to the Wedge.
Can’t the weaver just yank it?
I rather like it.
unra ve l themandth en t heywon t beableto fin dit.
I’m not on your side either. I just I think the city looks pretty like this.
Ignore the phantom and keep searching.
We are GODS, not orchard slaves, we shouldn’t have to deal with this.
The wick burns in the middle. They have pillow fight in the mirror. I stabbed my hand on the pendulum.
It hurts. Brother, I want to have a pillow fight.
You can have a pillow fight if you want, dearheart. Give me your hand. See? You’re fine.
I see a broken pendulum and it gave me splinters.
…would someone please muzzle the lunatic?
Silence, deceiver.
He sees it.
Do you?
No, I just know that he sees it.
Make him tell us, already.
I TOLD YOU WHAT I SEE.
This isn’t working.
The deceiver is right, worldwalker. We need a more efficient strategy.
Then what do YOU propose?
The wick is burning from the middle, and from a million other points besides. The reflections of the flames are false, but their light shines and twists the world as though they were true.
We cannot see the real source while the city glows with lies.
Then we will remove the lies. Extinguish every false flame until we find the true one and destroy it.
Surround the city. End the deception. Extinguish the flames.
This is where we weave the old flaw in.
Perhaps because you spend too much time tumbling your new toy and not enough time searching for the disturbance.
Y o u can’t stop it y o u knowthatswh y y o u pussi e s a l l stayou t of t he E a s t
Someone quiet the gaping maw.
She’s YOUR consort, worldwalker.
WAS my consort, deceiver.
Are you sure? Contortions like this are enough to make anyone feel nostalgic.
I change my mind. Go back to the Wedge.
Can’t the weaver just yank it?
I rather like it.
unra ve l themandth en t heywon t beableto fin dit.
I’m not on your side either. I just I think the city looks pretty like this.
Ignore the phantom and keep searching.
We are GODS, not orchard slaves, we shouldn’t have to deal with this.
The wick burns in the middle. They have pillow fight in the mirror. I stabbed my hand on the pendulum.
It hurts. Brother, I want to have a pillow fight.
You can have a pillow fight if you want, dearheart. Give me your hand. See? You’re fine.
I see a broken pendulum and it gave me splinters.
…would someone please muzzle the lunatic?
Silence, deceiver.
He sees it.
Do you?
No, I just know that he sees it.
Make him tell us, already.
I TOLD YOU WHAT I SEE.
This isn’t working.
The deceiver is right, worldwalker. We need a more efficient strategy.
Then what do YOU propose?
The wick is burning from the middle, and from a million other points besides. The reflections of the flames are false, but their light shines and twists the world as though they were true.
We cannot see the real source while the city glows with lies.
Then we will remove the lies. Extinguish every false flame until we find the true one and destroy it.
Surround the city. End the deception. Extinguish the flames.
This is where we weave the old flaw in.