Hi again, Sapience!

I'm still Saelily and I am still watching.

I've written of a subtle yet dire warning, several times as obtuse poetry and onward to more direct attempts. While I felt my intentions were laid bare, it seems I have overestimated all but a handful of you.

This is certainly my fault and I apologize for it.

Allow me to attempt to set the state of affairs out more clearly, bearing only the weight of the intended message. As before, I will address the varied hues among us through several methodologies.

Whichever reads clearest is likely the one for you. If they all seem to be nonsense, I would prefer that you continue thinking so.

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Only growth and rot,
Ever touch the truth of ripe.
Balance has no taste.

The time before All;
If you say it had flavour,
You have got bad taste.

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For the wilful pawns among us, these games you continue to play, this ravenous chasing after scraps from tables already overturned, suffocates the potential of our world.
Such grasping has already waned the authority of steadier hands more fit to rule, and eyes more capable of watchfulness.
This can easily spiral out of control.
If this is truly your goal, say so boldly so that we may know the fools among us.
If you so fear a world beyond your control, cease to wake and live ever on in the realms of inward lucidity.


For the remaining majority, the yet uncommitted and uncertain, see that two futures spread before us. One of mistrust, lies, hands never dealt in good faith... and ultimately, an empty table. The alternative is one of even odds, fair dealers, lighthearted stakes and lasting potential. We must part ways from the fools here.

Follow me and reject the eventual-maybes, the fearful and the unproven. My first act as your leader is to demand you stop following blindly behind self-declared leaders.

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If someone is urging you towards economic, political or worst of all, emotional scheming, call them out and announce their intentions to whomever may be affected. Admit any part you've already played, claim what ignorance you earnestly can and, in helping to improve the world through truth, be forgiven.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Sarapin, in the year 887 AF.