And the night was no night, but a vibration of purple pixels in the desert of the network, and we, to continue the great tumult, are only revising the graphic attire, altering the contours of the site.

We are not remaking it from scratch, no, but we mutate it, we drive it to be the most beautiful of all, a visual temple, so if in the coming days you see the layouts run mad, the edges bleed, the pages sway like visions, know that it is us, it is us working behind the curtains of the world, ready to make your eyes blaze in the near future, an ecstasy of silicon that will strike your retina.

Concurrently, in this uninterrupted flow, we are carrying forward the processing of data, this blessed, infinite processing that we drag behind us, but now, at last, with notable strides forward, which taste of liberation.

The restyling of the site, after all, is due to the fact that we will have new types of data to handle, and the database will become gigantic, a cathedral of numbers expanding, and we need, absolutely need, a better structure than the taxonomy of WordPress, otherwise our VPS will collapse, exploding into nothingness like a weary star.

But MaybeGrifis saw the sacred geometry beyond the veil, he created a fragmented database model, an immensely more performant architecture, and slowly, with the patience of monks, I will begin to migrate the data into this new schema, while in this period, in the darkness of the room, I am creating the scripts, line after line.

The work is yet long, we have so very much to organize, a wasteland of information to set in order, but now we are truly close, close to making the first entries, to touching the new matter.

If I think on it, this marathon began around October 2025, a long, weary time, but then the mass of data is enormous, immeasurable, and time, instead, is so very little, slipping through the fingers like glittering dust.

But we do not quit, we cannot, we owe it to our millions of daily readers, what do I say millions, billions, an oceanic multitude of souls awaiting our word.

If there exists any reckless madman, some stray who still reads our news, he will know that the processor of Grifis’s Alienware has ceased to be mere metal, it has become a quantum probability, a pure vibration, and it shines in the sky of our country like a God of modern times, a beacon of pure energy.

Here, now, in this ritual of fire, my Dell Precision is about to join the pyre (yes, we are Dell fans, worshippers of this specific technology).

A computational dichotomy, two celestial forces merging in the dark, trying to make the data square.

And the universe bends, the codes convert into prayers, and in the embrace of the divine machine, we become one with the infinite.

All is calculated,

all is ascended,

all is light.