The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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And so, she has forsaken us.

The everliving gods, up above.

The golden, black corgi of death, has its grip on me.

I shall not falter. I will stand, with what is left.

But a captain must not always go down with his ship.

For when the lightning strikes the deck of my Sonnenboot,

I will jump overboard and run to safety.

I am here to stay, until necessary leave comes.

Für die Sonne und die Sterne, Betaread.

Burial at Sea, No. 1

In an emergency; https://saucepan.ai/u/betaread