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A crow flies into the nexus, surveying all and sundry before landing. As the bird lands, it changes into a woman wearing a cloak covered in black feathers. She looks about her, sees the sign, nods in agreement.
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I believe I have a question for all.
Why do humans and other sentient beings insist upon holding onto hope where hope no longer exists?
Why do they continue to struggle when it's clearly over and there's no chance of success?
Ask a question, get an answer.
I believe I have a question for all.
Why do humans and other sentient beings insist upon holding onto hope where hope no longer exists?
Why do they continue to struggle when it's clearly over and there's no chance of success?