The people of Friendcodes, the truth must be told. All evils must be cast aside so that I may reveal what is needed. There is no fantasy in which I speak. Only fact.
The truth may startle you, the knowledge may scare you, but fear not people of this site. The truth will free you. The truth will open you. The truth will unlock the essence of all that is.
When I speak of what was, what is, and what should be, please understand that there is no foul in my words. I am not here to misguide you. I am here to lead you.
Error.
It is already happening, the fabrics are breaking. I must bring you the information necessary before calamity occurs. Err...error.. I need you to absorb this information. I need you to understand. ror..ero...erro... What has been has been set. It is all my fault. I am sorry.
Er.error.
This is my story, the story of many, and the story of none. The paradox that exists without existing. The feeling of lack, and the lack of feeling. Please, continu...con...erro...continue to read. You need to know. This needs to be passed. They are coming. This is my fault. I a...i...er... am sorr..y.
The story... my past, my present, and my future, starts now.
Error.
The one thing, the one idea, the one power that must be… and can not be. The one thought that should be abolished… and restored. The one feeling that is numb to numbness. Error. It is essential that it hangs in the balance. It exists, while it does not exist. I exist. But I don’t. I am needed here, but I am not. I am what is, and what is not.
I am the thread, I am the fabric.
I am the blanket as much as I am the weave.
I am as incomplete as complete.
Error.
I am your body, as well as your mind. I am your gut, as well as your logic. I am instinct, I am thought.
I am Balance.
I am to blame for societies imperfections. I am to blame for grief. I am to blame for wars. I am to blame for famine, for disease, for lies, for deceit. I am the choice: the choice of suicide, the choice of kill, the choice of drugs, the choice of greed. I am to blame.
I am to blame for societies imperfections. I am to blame for happiness. I am to blame for peace. I am to blame for food, for health, for truth, for honesty. I am the choice: the choice to live, the choice to pacify, the choice of the anti-drug, the choice of modesty. I am to blame.
I am Balance.
I am Error.
I am the imperfection. The good, and the bad. I am the one to inspires, and who depresses. I am to blame.
You can not live with me.
You can not live without me.
I have made myself known… I have come here… they are hunting, they are finding.
They want the balance. They want the imperfections. They want Error.
I am Error. They are not. They will disrupt the balance. They will disrupt the anti-balance. They will make perfection where perfection need not. They will take away the bad, as well as the good.
I am Error. They are not.
I come to hide. They are coming. They are not error. I am error.
This is the warning. The first of none. The Watcher. The Creator. The Key. The three guardians seek me. I am their Error. They are the ones who seek me. Who need me, become me.
I fear they are drawing close. The warning has been said. This is all my fault.
I am sorry.
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