A man is traveling through the most remote parts of a desolate area somewhere in what seems to be the most 'lost' part of the world. As he walks, he begins to hear a low murmuring, behind a rock formation. Curious, he walks toward the area. Peering around the corner of the rocks, he sees what appears to be a makeshift altar, with a large stone cut perfectly into the shape of an "O" upon it. People in white robes are gathered, softly chanting, "Nil.... Nil.... Nil..." Others are saying things addressed to "the Great Nullity" and "the Blessed Emptiness."
Eventually the man walks up to one of the white clothed observers, and turning to him he asks:
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"Is nothing sacred?"
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