a virtual pestilence; TEXT

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All things happen for a reason, for a purpose. Do not ask yourselves "to whom's purpose". It is not your neighbor's path you tread, but your own. And if you must indulge yourselves...

Dream about the paths you took and the paths you didn't take in bed.

[The text is sent and Destiny closes his book, aware of the virus that has slipped into his message, but doing nothing to prevent it.]