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"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."
-Omar Khayyám-
Mysterious, ancient gears are grinding, motion set in an ancient dance of progress. Machinations of old are being churned out and prophecies coming true. New information will be revealed when the fruit of time is ripe. No worries my fellow travelers the blossoms have just bloomed, we must await the bees and their pollinating masterminds to bring the fruit of BUNGiE's labor to fruition. Patience shall be rewarded and I shall wait a thousand years if I must.