Mistakes were inevitable in existence, woven into the very fabric of how beings learned and grew.
It was perfectly acceptable for one to make mistakes along their path. But it only transformed into grievous sin if they failed to learn from such errors, or worse, if they deliberately refused to steer away from committing the same mistake repeatedly.
The true measure of wisdom was not in never falling, but in rising differently each time.
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In the Infinite Unfurling, in a region that had become a battlefield between two incomprehensible forces, the ongoing clashes of THE Civilizational Authority of Hunger and THE Civilizational Authority of Origin continued to reshape reality itself.
The surroundings had been transformed into a war zone of conceptual forces. Massive white-gold glyphs perfectly aligned with Origin floated and rotated through collapsed space. Each glyph was the size of small moons, radiating concentrated authority.
