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New Star Wars multi lingual pun just dropped

Written in the alphabet from the reference on the wiki, Sith (ur-Kittat) word for “mental anguish” (hâsk) kinda looks like “IRL” and honestly yeah real life is like that sometimes:

[ID: painting of several jagged red fictional letters on a dark background, which resemble the roman letters i r and l. End ID]

I’ll finish this painting one day I swear but guache paint is always testing me

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A sister brought me a book today. Not a nightsister mind you, one of the other clans. She was uninterested in speaking of it, simply handed me a tome and said 'leave it somewhere when you are done', then disappeared.

I opened the book and it greeted me, words writing themselves as I watched. It introduced itself as Shin, and asked me to write my name. I made charcoal and sharpened it to write 'Jagannath'. This seemed wiser than penning my own name in my own hand, on paper that tingled with the force like the shimmer of sunlight on water.

The tome offered me knowledge in exchange for my own, then the pages all went blank. I wrote... many things. Some stray bits of knowledge, excerpts from sith scripture, idle thoughts in my mind, events from my visions long past and not yet happened, and on. It was oddly enjoyable to scrawl without the need to clarify my thoughts into some semblance of rationality, as I do here.

When at last I felt done, the words began to order themselves. The Qotsisajak cleaned itself up, translated itself into ur-kittât, and became luminous. My thoughts of the future ordered themselves into chronological order, rated themselves on probability, and came together into a section labeled 'The Prophecies of Darth Maul'. It was interesting to watch the book take all that I had given it and organize it like a strange librarian.

Then, the pages cleared again, and knowledge it did indeed share. A fair trade, by my estimate.

I... could not tolerate the thought of leaving it on some stray patch of dirt. I would sooner leave a holocron laying in the mud. Instead, I am walking toward the Singing Mountain. They may have it, our deal is done.