I hope this finds you well, well inside this Cosmic Well. It's open season for plenty of wine to be offered at the altar of The Cosmic Queen and Goddess. Expect the fierce Priestesses to take every corner of the Pale Blue Dot and take every vessel of wine and breath for The Queendom to feast. We'll feel as Her bittersweet lips and sharp fangs drink all the blood into wine and crush all bones into dust. The time has finally come: from now on there's no safe home. Through the abyss of entropy we're all falling, for Dark Mother is calling. Do you think you can flee from Her or (how bold of a thought for you to have) think you could even face and stand a fight against Her, you mortal hairless ape? What do you think you are, you laughable limb of mice lice? No matter if you have knives, guns, maybe you even command a whole army of "brave men" (a tasty feast, I might say!) or control some bunch of military satellites and some random arsenal of nuclear weapons: nothing stands before Her, and we will all die anyway, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄.

Thank you for your attention to this matter! Pseudonymous devotee OF THE COSMIC QUEEN AND GODDESS, THE DEATH HERSELF.

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