As Karl checked out his notes on consciousness and monad along with all philosopher from the 20th centuries that had some connections to the singularity, logos, astral realms, and some ancient languages. That is to say that Karl was already involved in many affairs with ancient entities, not kinky ones. The thing is, he could not actually see them. Even so, this does not change the fact that these creatures could actually whisper in old languages to Karl.
But unfortunately, Omega would not stop doing the stuff they have got to do regardless of what other may actually think it is right! Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed. This cannot get it the wrong way, but to honestly insult what it can be the most powerful mystery of what it means to be alive. Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.
Yang: Hey! Lari! I gotta show you something. The thing is, you gotta know what I can actually do with this. What is more, this love that I can give you is more than just simple love.
Je vous aime à en mourir, dans un souffle glacé d'hiver,
Effleurant votre joli cœur, fragile et sincère.
Mais ce qui se touche échappe au toucher,
Comme un mirage que la main ne saurait emprisonner.
Ô femme de bonté, devenez ma solitude choisie,
Dans ce monde d'ombre et de mélancolie.
Comme un enfant, j'ai besoin de vos bras,
De votre lumière pour guider mes pas.
Je pense à vous sans relâche, sans fin,
Dans la douce routine d'un jour anodin.
En rêvant de votre visage incandescent,
De vos yeux étoilés, éternels firmaments.
Ô ma muse, vous êtes ma lune, mon soleil,
Dans les eaux profondes de mon café au réveil.
Chaque matin, votre éclat me fait aimer
Un peu plus ce monde, jour après jour, enflammé.
To be honest, My love is better when I get to glance at your godly face and that makes me feel warming to point of welding on endless dreams, plus you are my spring flow that shines so perfectly and that makes me wonder about your intangible beauty, NONETHLESS I cannot touch it I can feel it with my overdeveloped senses that are my salvation in order to see your beauty to increase my love for you, moreover my world was murk when I was broken alone as long as they were trying to keep me away from my joy and they were making me feel miserable until you got in my life IN ORDER TO MAKE go beyond the skies as long as I know how it has been working and I do not complain about the time that you were absent in my life , nonetheless my life was a hell when you were way far from me, then I decided to change myself in order to change myself for your mindful love and your shade that made come back to live my life in order to appreciate resplendent heart.
Lari: That is so sweet. I wish I could actually shake others the way you shake my heart every time you look at me. It is like you would say with Johan Wolfgang Von Goethe. The thing is, I cannot actually withstand that I am the only one who is saying any lovely word. The more you praise me, the more I feel the need to love you. Really, you poetry is like an ocean. I cannot actually grasp the extent of your infinite love. That is to say that I would love to hold you forever.
O amante torna-se aquilo que ama
em virtude de muito imaginar;
Je crois que j'ai envie de croire Que tu m'aimes vraiment et que ça ne te coûte rien Si tu me donnes une chance, Même si tu me détestes quand je te dis que je t'aime de tout mon cœur Et que je te désire de toute mon âme
pois aquilo que desejo já está em mim,
o próprio ato de desejar deveria bastar.
Se minha alma se torna a amada,
o que mais poderá meu corpo desejar?
Le noir ne pourra pas m'arrêter de t'aimer.
Je suis tombé sans glisser et je me sens seul sans toi.
Somente em si mesmo encontrará paz,
já que corpo e alma estão ligados.
Mas esta pura e bela semideusa,
que com minha alma está em harmonia
como o acidente com sua substância,
existe em minha mente como mera ideia;
Comme la lune dans l'obscurité.
Donc, je t'adore, ma lumière, ma lumière, ma lumière de soleil.
o amor puro e vivo de que sou feito
busca, como matéria simples, a forma.
(The lover becomes the one he loves
by virtue of much imagining;
I think I want to believe
that you truly love me and that it costs you nothing.
If you give me a chance,
even if you hate me when I tell you that I love you with all my heart
and that I desire you with all my soul.
For what I wish for is already within me;
the act of surrendering itself should be enough.
If my soul becomes the beloved,
what else can my body wish for?
The darkness will not be able to stop me from loving you.
I fell without slipping, and I feel alone without you.
Only in himself will he find peace,
since body and soul are linked.
But she is pure and beautiful, half-used,
and with my soul is in harmony
like an accident with its substance.
he exists in my mind as a mere idea,
like the moon in the darkness.
So I adore you, my light, my light, my sunlight.
For the pure and living love of which I am made
seeks, like simple matter, a form.
As she said this, she would start to hear the voice of an old man trying to talk to her and Karl. However,
Zeus: Ἀεὶ συγχέεις τὰ πράγματα, ὦ παῖ! οὐχ ὡς ὄρθιος, ἀλλ' ὡς σοφὸς καταβήσῃ. ἄν τις καλέσειε τοῦτο καὶ πίθηκον λογισμῷ χρώμενον. ὂν δυνάμενον ἐκ τῶν σκοτεινῶν λημμάτων ἀνασπᾶν βαθεῖα πάθη καὶ εἰκόνα τερατώδη ἁγιάζειν, ὃ δὴ μάλιστα ποιηταῖς ἐστὶν ἴδιον.
(You always mix things up, child! Not as an erectus; you will descend as a sapiens. One might also call this an abstract-thinking primate. A being capable of drawing deep emotions out of their dark lairs and even sanctifying a grotesque image—something poets are especially good at!)
Lari: Fucking pricks! I hate them.