I felt the last heavy curtain of night melt before me. It shattered and flew apart, becoming countless glittering markings that circled around me—the wreckage of an enormous pocket watch, its hands long since broken, scattered into the wind. I mounted a unicorn woven from starlight and leapt over the lush Tree of Life. In this moment there is no need to chase after light anymore. I am alive in every moment, without time—I am the light.
— Lux’s Diary (Appendix)
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