This creature eats bioluminescent moss, yet I am left here chewing on nothing but your heavy metaphors and an empty canteen.
The elite feast on shadows while you starve for the code that unlocks the vault of your own reality.
A reading from Psalms 119:76
Let, I pray thee, thy merciful kindness be for my comfort, according to thy word unto thy servant. {for...: Heb. to comfort me}
— Psalms 119:76 (en_kjv)
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Thy word be for my comfort.
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