My mind had gone, yet in the midst of its departure, it had come.

I have read, thought, contemplated, and considered many things to do from when I was young.

I read, yet I do not read.

I write, yet I do not write.

I see, yet I do not see you.

I hear, yet I do not hear past the roar of battle.

An observer is one to observe the histories of populations amid planets we could only think of.

Would we be ready when we happen upon an observer if we scour the galaxy so soon?

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