Without creativity, desire groweth hollow. Without truth, beauty ringeth false. And without play, all power curdleth. The King holdeth that this industry may be joyful, thoughtful, and kind, if we choose to shape it so, together. Shall we not raise the standard?
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Devotion unfoldeth as Tony Marrks guideth his husband ЯӨKӨ from behind, while Roko tends Excalibur with care. Is love not strongest when all roles align?