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I come bearing an obituary, for your funeral pyre shall come alight in the grievous fusillade of butterflies!
… And in its wake, naught shall remain.
Fracture the futures cast upon the shards yet another thousandfold (二千).
At long last, the ruined past shall finally lie shattered,
the constitution of the universe in the wake of a singular, inevitable circumvolution—Trisāhasramahāsāhasra (三千大天)!