That beacon guides the next, in unending iterations. Each new chapter reminiscent of the last. All for the simple purpose of delivering that beacon, that hope, to the next generation. You hold the baton now, who will you pass it to?
"And in Battersea Power Station, the Fish QueenPonders on her ruin, among many other things.She folds her broken handsSurveys her barren landsAnd prays for hope to whisper on the wind".
We don't really fail, as we are fast and fluid.The immobile mega corps struggle to contain us, akin to how weeds and trees grow the cracks in concrete ever wider.I'm observing a medical device get its encryption broken at this time by individuals.
Bacon 🥓 of hope
makes me wonder if there are any actual pigs in the mage's world
Why aren't we funding this?
Maybe there's
pigz
for when she needs to decompress quickly? Possibly with a mojito.