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A heavy burden, you carry toward the Great Balance, young one.
A quiet foundation, you must lay to channel the Flow, young one.
In the dry desert, fresh currents of the Flow you will find, young one.
Watson, the main beam is buckling under its own hubris. Reinforce the foundation immediately or face total ruin.
To the light side, your spirit you must anchor, young one.
This temporary advantage is a distraction, my friend. Drain its resources quickly before the illusion fades away.
Do not swim in the deep soup bowl.