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| The preaching of these masked figures. |
Come one, come all my children.
Burn and transcend all physical boundaries
Achieve all your goals
The key is to reduce your sleeping hours
To work.
Don't you see my perfect life?
The little saplings I nurture?
The dream?
Yes!
Listen to my words of guidance, each and every moment, to appeal my curated guidance.
Come one, come all. My children.
Oh, those burnt out? Mere outliers, they did not soak enough vibes.
Believe in the vibes, and transcend.
I know the key, the secret.
Come one, come all. Follow me. Utopia awaits.