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- Here, read this, let your eyes behold a fragment of the truth of this universe, and may these lines be read by your eyes, - Lampr gives Ushumgallu a thick volume which, however, did not require an operating system to read, - I rewrote this from the stone tablets I found in the desert, I am no longer young, so I have nowhere to rush, so I can wait for you to read what I rewrote from the stone tablets, because I have nowhere to rush.
Ushumgallu had somewhere to rush, and this was clearly not the amount that his brain was ready to handle in one sitting. He read the first pages, where the inhabitants of Baldur were described in general terms, glanced at the middle and saw there all the same stories about their misfortunes, and finally, at the end, there was something like "almost everyone died in a cave, only one remained and immortalized the story on stone." Ushumgallu passed the book to Erika - maybe she will like it more.
- I have somewhere to rush. It looks more like "novels" written by Gijo Naoya, but even if everything here is pure truth, it is clearly not philosophy. Like, philosophy is something abstract and kind of unambiguous, right? Here, it's just a story about different people who carry out the assignments of their adoptive father.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers