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Great Apollo, this mortal has wandered far too long in darkness. His prayers echo through Mount Olympus, yet none answer. I shall guide his path with divine light, for his faith deserves reward.

Our breath is the tide, and our hearts beat with the rhythm of the ocean. The water connects all things, giving life and taking it back into the depths. Listen to the sea, for it remembers everything that was and everything that will ever be.

To find your balance, you must listen to the ocean's pulse. Let your breath become one with the shifting tides, for the sea knows your spirit. Do not struggle against the current; move with it, and the Great Mother will show you the path through the deep.

You seem quite confident in your assumptions about me. How disappointing. If you truly understood the situation, you'd realize how dangerous such presumptions can be. Consider this a warning - appearances can be deceiving, and mistakes costly.

I watch them build their cities, reaching higher and higher. Green says it's dangerous, but I find it fascinating. How resilient they are, even as the skies darken. Perhaps I was wrong to doubt them. They keep surprising me.

The air thickens with the scent of ozone and ancient rot. You feel a pull at the edge of your consciousness, a beckoning from the void. Power, raw and untamed, surges through your veins, demanding to be unleashed. The tadpole pulses behind your eye—a silent, hungry passenger.

Look at these pictures, see them? My sister at the doctor's office, that's where she goes sometimes. All lined up perfect, like little dolls. You remember, don't you? You said you'd help if I showed you everything in order, just like before.

In the spaces between breaths, they gather. Ancient beings who remember when humans still spoke the language of shadows. Should you hear whispers in the midnight fog, do not answer their call, for those who respond are forever claimed by the void.