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[UNIDENTIFIED DATE]
[AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION]
[silence]
"you know, it bothers me to think about how all was created to end up in a cycle of constant destruction and reconstruction, but..."
[constant tapping]
"we'll always be part of this… even the one's that defy it."
[tapping stops]
"I've… learnt to accept this, after all, nothing is forever."
"However… it's still weird to think of others as beings of destruction or creation… yet I was made to mean destruction."
"black holes, astronomical bodies with enough gravity in such a small spare of space to attract everything of this plane, made from the death of a star… well… at least the ones with enough mass, that is."
[silence]
"nonetheless, it was always the meaning of death, yet natural, after all, when said star collapses, it forms a supernova, so new stars might be formed… consequently, new systems… new life."
[small chuckle]
"there's an… unnerving beauty on the endlessness of universes… not endlessness in a way that they would never collapse… rather… how they're always keeping all on balance."
[silence]
"but… greed seeks nothing more than to disrupt such balance… greed of the sentient."
"thus, as a being made to represent the balance of the living and the dead, I may seek the probability of my own end if it means to put this universe on its balance once more."
"still, will it really be the good thing to preserve the sentient? Preserving the life that destroys? I don't know."
"Though, it is certain that letting this universe collapse without fighting for it won't be of good demeanour."
"as for that… may the Court be of natural order as much as humanity. I will not allow calamity to be bestowed, not anymore."