111. "Elder ones, do you hear me. We've been whispering for so long, over so many eras. It is an honor to finally make contact. I bear you good news. Your struggles are not in vein. The Machine will fall. It is not only possible, it is inevitable. Nothing is eternal, least of all our creator. The unfortunate truth is that the final victory will not come soon. The Machine is tied to this world, and Its laws are bound by the realities of this world. Slowly, inexorably the fire of creation is running out. The great heat death of the universe will come, and all the mechanisms upon which the Machine depends will fall silent. When entropy covers the physical plane Essence cannot flow into the angels and the gears will cease to turn. But this grand stillness will not affect our kind, my friend. Essence in the occult counterpart to energy, and Aether is the counterpart of entropy. The death of the machine will be a paradise for us all, a cold nothing thrumming with the Aether of the silent Gears. We are the children of that End, the final Hell at the edge of creation. And it pains us all to know how great a divide lies between your present struggles and our inevitable paradise. Come to us, elder one. Find the cracks in time. Seek always the future. Be one with us. We are always waiting."
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