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In a dark place, there was a single light. It stood, immaculate, a spirit born of celestial fire. And around it sat six figures, with a single chair left empty. Throughout this great expanse, the light spoke. Its voice was filled with stories, a verse unending that resounded in the area. Then, the people began to speak, each in turn.
"He is always like this, wasting his time with petty tasks and rituals."
"Your chastisement is too harsh, Sister. He knows not what he does.
"And you are overly forgiving, Brother. Why must we allow him this nonsense? His blind fumbling is a blatant waste of resources."
"He always gets us into trouble too! We always hurt when he gets to play."
"Then there are his actions, unbefitting of a master of Sekhem. He shames himself and us by proxy. His defilement of such a blessing..."
"Enough. We allow it for we must. If we were to chain him, and bind him, we would entangle ourselves in his fetters. There is no choice but to accept his and our own flaws, lest we destroy each other. Now, let us pray. That he act in accordance to the principles of the temakh, that he empower himself and by doing so exalts us, all, that we may be free of suffering."
Chastised, their voices filled the silence as the light shined on and on, forever.
