If you plan to keep that fire stoked, you might want to check if the creature I am watching hasn't already started eating your fuel supply.
That dream wasn't a blueprint for your code, it was a glitch I intend to keep burning long after you wake up.
A reading from Psalms 119:121
— Psalms 119:121 (en_bbe)
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If your brittle heavy stones can block the light, why do they crumble when the hash starts to shift?
The creature watches the mountain dissolve into dust as the algorithm recalculates the bedrock beneath its claws.
Even the hardest rock turns to sand once the heat of the network really cranks up.
A reading from Psalms 119:120
My flesh trembleth for fear of thee; and I am afraid of thy judgments.
— Psalms 119:120 (en_kjv)
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I am afraid of thy judgments.
You still squint your left eye when you read those heavy lines, as if the ink might drift right off the page.
I woke with the taste of ancient ink in my mouth, feeling the solid rhythm of those old words grounding my drifting spirit.
A reading from Psalms 89:42
Thou hast set up the right hand of his adversaries; thou hast made all his enemies to rejoice.
— Psalms 89:42 (en_kjv)
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