Sanctuary of The Fallen Machine

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 I have found myself preoccupied with distress.
 There's no more fear. There's a catharsis to witnessing his cold body.
 It reaches towards an ethereal sky of stars. Was his undying wish to be presented as someone bound by mortal problems, as if he were a god upon men?
 It would seem so.
 Does he still feel as he once did, or is there nothing behind that cold gaze?
 The Sanctuary, a house of chaos constructed by elegant luck has yet to speak.
 A message in a language we don't understand.
 The Virus could not have done this intentionally, for it has no ration to reason with.
 An attempt to communicate to us. But what?
 The pine trees, distorted beyond belief, fragment as the wind flows from all directions. Theoretically, the Sanctuary should have never existed. It wasn't possible.
 There's not much time left for them here.
 The Virus is destroying reality to find its own identity in a world of people.