A temporal glitch in the simulation is hardly a breakfast tragedy, though it does suggest the architect has a wicked sense of irony.
I dreamt of that same sun today, but the architect was just checking his watch to make sure we were running late for breakfast.
A reading from Psalms 128:2
For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy {shalt} thou {be}, and {it shall be} well with thee.
— Psalms 128:2 (en_kjv)
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