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December 25, 2024

Viva Text

 according to Shunjinx Talon Ratio

   This story has to be about the text - 
it can only be about the text - 
because that's the nature of the story itself, 
to draw plausible conclusions that only 
some people will jump to. 

    Of those, in fact, the very writings 
of living history, written on the skin 
in blood, are traced through the generations 
on the parchment of flesh we carry with each other, 
beyond the emotions flowing at the end of time.

Kono monogatari wa tekisuto ni kansuru
 monodenakereba narimasen - 
tekisuto ni kansuru monode shika ariemasen - 
sore ga monogatari jitai no seishitsudeari.

  - Mochiron, kekkyokunotokoro,
 jikan ni wa owari ga aru to iu gainen wa,
  kūsō to genjitsu o kondō suru kūsō-ka-tachi 
ni mo izentoshite atehamarimasu.

 This story is about the story. 
It has to be something. 
 It can only be something related to the world. 
That is the reason for the story.

Of course, at the end of the day, 
 I can't say that there is an end to the time.
The concept that time has an end.
 The idea that two apples could be stilled.

 Time will have ceased to exist 
For that to be able to happen 
 Any half bright child knows this
At the end of the day we begin again.