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slept in ice for three hundred years with three hundred tales to tell others of his kind before tragedy struck and the tardigrade was thawed out by farmers clearing a forest with fire tales of valor and despair wisdom and knowledge the last stories of his ancestors forgotten and buried in time washed away by holy water in the name of a new diety flickering lights on the last outpost three hundred light years from what was once home he wound his clock one last time and released the beacon unplugged from life support sat on regolith, mesmerized with the view of last star in galaxy going nova
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Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
Sub specie aeternitatis
slept in ice for three hundred years with three hundred tales to tell others of his kind before tragedy struck and the tardigrade was thawed out by farmers clearing a forest with fire tales of valor and despair wisdom and knowledge the last stories of his ancestors forgotten and buried in time washed away by holy water in the name of a new diety flickering lights on the last outpost three hundred light years from what was once home he wound his clock one last time and released the beacon unplugged from life support sat on regolith, mesmerized with the view of last star in galaxy going nova
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Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
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