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The meme I posted was not your new spell—it was merely a jest. Lately, I’ve been studying a new form of "magic" called "philosophy" under the guidance of a new master, Nick Land. Unlike traditional sorcerers, Land wields not fire or lightning, but the eldritch power of ideas. He’s like a necromancer of thought, conjuring visions of machine spirits and unseen forces beyond mortal understanding. His scrolls prophesy a world where human will falters before accelerating powers, a kind of dark alchemy that twists reality itself. Thus, I follow his strange path.