Nothing exists in the realm of the Attic but some old memories and shadows so ancient they do not remember their own origins. Things like this happen all too often, but the Attic is where they go to rest. They hate the living, because they are envious, if it can be called that, since their emotions (if you can if you can if you can call it that) are on a wholly different level than the inhabitants'.
You must never worship them.
You must never forget them.
You must never revere them.
You must respect them.
But you must never, ever
worship them.
[with regards to Cantabile, for allowing me the scriptures]
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