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>The death and destruction as wrought by the dragon is nothing that mortals need fear. The world is a lie, an illusion, says I, and something we needs not hold dear.
>Illusion! Illusion! Lies and deceit! A ripple cast forth by a wave! This world is but smoke in the night from a fire, the people no more than its slaves!
>You live, you say? You claim this true? Then I have a question for thee: What does it do to say one's alive if you cannot yet say what it mean?
>You name me mad? Oh no, I'm not mad! I'm the sanest man you'll ever see! This crisis, Arisen, springs from your hand, and thus you must make us all free.
>Alive? Alive! Such talk of alive! It's all become rather a bore. You should, like the birds, or the beasts of the field, take first in such things nevermore.
>Do you stand before me? Do you see me true? Or is this some terrible jape? The maker can't save you if he isn't there, no matter how you bend and you scrape.
>You claim that you live just by thinking it so, but such thoughts are wicked and sad. To never consider that you might be false is a path trod by only the mad!
>Prove you are here! Prove you exist! Prove that I stand here in kind! You cannot prove thus because then I could claim to be sprung from your own addled mind!
