The Foundation's Death
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After the flying birds are hunted, the bow is stored; After the cunning hare is killed, the hound is boiled.

— Fan Li


What had been animate, moved no more;

What had been immortal, lived no more.

What had been pregnant, had a delivery;

What had been abortive, gave its forgiveness.

What had been ignored, was ignored forever;

What had been forgotten, was forgotten forever.

What had been dominant, became a legend;

What had been almighty, became a memory.

What had been hateful, returned to dust;

What had been joyful, returned to sea.

What had been broken, could no longer unite;

What had been powerful, could no longer grow.

What had been infinite, come to the end;

What had been finite, returned to normal.

What had been unwritable, was no longer existent;

What had been unspeakable, was no longer anomalous.

The bodies in the water was recovered;

The dogs in the sky was retrieved.

The star no longer hated humans.

The sun no longer brought death.

The wise king came to death;

The tyrant failed to revive.

Endless civilization came to the end;

Universal medicine lost its effect.

Heroes behind the Veil expected ordinariness;

But ordinariness was destined not to belong to them.

Without amnestics

How could they return to society?

Neither reward, nor celebration;

But judgment, and merciless bullets.

After the cunning hare is killed, the hound is boiled;

After the flying birds are hunted, the bow is stored.

The anomalies was gone.

The Foundation was dead.

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