Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
Imagine the universe is like this cloth._ Philippos said, lifting up an old rag off the ground. __here are thousands of tiny threads woven in tiny, little patterns. If you follow one thread it will lead you to the end, but also you__l see that more threads are connected to it. What if you decide to follow another? Where would that lead you? And if you cut one thread, what would happen to the cloth then? Would it fray until it fell apart? Or would it just change pattern?_ he paused thoughtfully. __ielders like you can see those possibilities. You can follow the threads and see where they begin and end, where and how they connect with everything else and what might happen if something changes along the way.
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Imagine the universe is like this cloth._ Philippos said, lifting up an old rag off the ground. __here are thousands of tiny threads woven in tiny, little patterns. If you follow one thread it will lead you to the end, but also you__l see that more threads are connected to it. What if you decide to follow another? Where would that lead you? And if you cut one thread, what would happen to the cloth then? Would it fray until it fell apart? Or would it just change pattern?_ he paused thoughtfully. __ielders like you can see those possibilities. You can follow the threads and see where they begin and end, where and how they connect with everything else and what might happen if something changes along the way.
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