Have you ever felt that your dream was more than the planet could offer? You've just been sitting in this lonely, desolate plain, waiting for a savior. However, he shall not come today. You must find the way out of the labyrinth. The dead god ʞ shall return. His name shall be etched into the hearts of us all, even if we cannot say it properly. You will never fully quote the last words of a spinal carving in the side of the empty cave known as your home. Why do you bother? His essence is eternally present. We have all seen the wisdom of ʞ, the guiding light. Who even dares to defy him? His fires are those of your desert-shredded soles. The swarm of bees is all that you will see under his proper judgement. Your pain will be a broken record record record record record record. You can feel your fibers unwinding. ʞ has already found you. Your ascent to heaven follows. ʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞʞ