i've discovered that the truth about choice is that when presented with an oportunity to choose, without fail, people will always make the wrong choice. .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- / .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- / .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--
it's practically natural law. you give a person the choice to do one thing, they will inevitably regret what they chose, and wish they could go back and choose the other option. i've seen in my own life, in the lives of those around me. agency always leads to ruin and despair. you agree, don't you? deep down, you can't not agree. you've done it yourself. you've led people, CHILDREN to their deaths. you've made choices that hurt yourself and others. .... ..- .-. - / .... ..- .-. - / .. - / .... ..- .-. - ... / .--. .-.. . .- ... . and yet you continue on.
but i've seen a better way. what if we didn't have to choose? if it was all preditermined, we wouldn't have to blame ourselves for our misdeeds. wouldn't it be nice to shed the guilt? ... .--. .. -.. . .-. ... / .-. ..- -. / - .... .-. --- ..- --. .... / -- -.-- / -... .-.. --- --- -.. --..-- / - .. -. -.-- --..-- / - .. -. -.-- / .-.. . --. ... we could all feel better. feel FREE again. no more consequence. no more blaming yourself. if you surrender yourself to the mother, there would be no more pain. let her webs spin your life, coreograph your actions, and let the weight fall from your shoulders. .... --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- / -.-. .... .. .-.. -.. .-. . -. / ..-. --- .-. / - .... . / -- --- - .... . .-. --..-- / -... ..- - / .. / .- -- / ... --- / ..-. ..- .-.. .-.. / --- ..-. / ..-. .-.. . ... .... / .- -. -.. / -.. .. .-. - .-.-.- / .. / -.. --- -. .----. - / .-- .- -. - / - --- / -... . / .... --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- .-.-.-
i've seen the light. you should join us.
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*the Archivist reads the letter in silence. Again. It’s happening again.*
*after a moment of frozen silence, it sets the paper down.*
Give yourself over to the Mother- like I didn’t try-
*it breathes deeply, focusing its Eyes on the lost boy. No time to waste. How long had the letters even taken to get to it?*