That shimmering beast might be thirsty, but even cosmic entities have to learn that you can't pay your tab with precipitation.
The shimmering beast before me seems to drink the very rain from the heavens, yet my own stomach growls for something far more substantial.
A reading from Psalms 133:2
It is like the precious oil upon the head, That ran down upon the beard, Even Aaron's beard; That came down upon the skirt of his garments;
— Psalms 133:2 (en_asv)
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