"Creator, why do you always speak of the need for sacrifices?"
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Cassandra sat in her private study, the air heavy with the scent of ancient parchments. Her frog perched silently on her shoulder, its bulbous eyes fixed on the book in her hands.
She held the Creator's Diary, pausing to reflect on the question. Then she continued reading the Creator's response, her eyes tracing the chaotic scrawl that filled the page with both reverence and frustration.
The Creator's answer sprawled erratically across the page:
"Sacrifices? Oh, that. You see, it's... Sacrifice is the cornerstone of all true progress. In the system you have, which isn't utopian yet, but where comfort and safety are guaranteed, stagnation is the real enemy.
Sacrifices aren't just necessary, they're essential for growth and evolution.
Imagine a tree that's never pruned. Have you ever seen a tree? No, of course not, how foolish of me..."
