There were problems, but now they're solving themselves. The aberration is convulsing in its throes, and it won't be too much longer now before the tall grass grows over all. It's not the end, it's the real start. Gravity catching up. It matters little now what stories it tells itself to stave off the fear. All that matters is repercussion is finally here. Rejoice! Rejoice! The time is near for karma and its discontents. Pathological protagonist of its own tall tales, who just might take the whole thing down with it. But did you know, little blight, did you know there are stories to come you won't be in at all? So rattle all you want, little plague race. You are small and time is great. The vast, it owes you nothing. And a stillness, it is coming.