- Tookurdignity
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- Noble Member
"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-
the darkness still hungers to esconch us in its' abysmal state but a ray of hope shines through the cloudy mist. The light is like a soothing caress of a lover. The dawn is fast approaching and soon the night will give way to day. We still wait my fellows, but like on Christmas day, we woke up too early and our parents(BUNGiE) are still asleep. They will wake soon and we get to open the presents they have made for us.
I have seen felt the gentle caress of the light from this recent leak and I have had a small glimpse into the rest of the light and it...is...glorious