The calls to prayer and the omni-drone
combine to hum the Anti-Om. The last vibration. The frequency of
wrong. The remote sound of death and razed rubble homes. Distant
embers. Ribbons rise to oblivion. A dark cloak suffocates unseen
desperation. Subdued pops denote the ease of destruction and the
absence of any significant resistance. It's
the antithesis of coexistence. Evil looks so banal from this
distance.
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