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[nihilo]

[ She sounds breathless, breathy, terribly in awe: ]

Most of the universe is terra incognita.

Unknown, never to be discovered if not for its indelible pull on what we can see. What we conceive is only a mere five percent, a fragment. The rest is guesswork.

Here, there, [ sigh ] everywhere be dragons.

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[commandsthewind]

[Elizabeth listens as the other woman talks, not that half ear she gives courtiers, but proper attention.]

But that is the beauty of it, is it not? The far great beyond, without definition, even there are dragons there...

... there is hope, that there will be more than just dragons. There will be that in which a whole new self can be constructed.

dictated forever

[ofhope]

Now you're just making the universe sound far too complicated. All that matters is what you conceive. All that matters is the world you live in, right now. That is the hundred percent. The rest is void.

[ Tap tap...tap. ]

And you missed most of the dragons.