"What is the purpose of life?"
The piglin-hybrid stopped what he was doing, dropping the glass bottle in his hand. The voices started to speak again.
"What is this?" He asked.
"The sound is the sound."
Technoblade opened his mouth, nodding in agreement, "The sound, it cries out."
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