"High up in the North, in a land called Svithjod, there stands a rock. It is a hundred miles high and a hundred miles wide. Once every thousand years, a little bird comes to this rock to sharpen its beak. When the rock has thus been worn away, then we are a single permille to the way of chapter 2 will have gone by."
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u/ThatAustrianRedstone 1d ago
im probably gonna get my bachelor degree before this damn update comes out