Dear Artificer, I’ve Blown My Quanta And

(true,) The White Hole Said. (my Name Is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) And At The Same Time He Went Flickering Through A Pattern Of Colors That Was Evidently The Visual Translation.

How Am I Supposed To Save The Universe With All This Noise?!

A Little Science. A Little Magic. A Little Chicken Soup.

So Rage, Proud Power: Fail Again! And See My Blood Teach Death To Die!

Well, The Rollout Of New Technology Always Affects How Wizards Do Business.