The Birth
Of Death

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The price of birth is death. Hour by hour, mile by mile, the time approaches.

Behold! - Three bright stars; cities in flames; the oracle that knows nothing.
Behold! - The tree of life; endless water; the line of escape.
Behold! - That which has been; that which is now; that which will be.

Thus was the world created.