The fire cracked silently as four Stalkers sat around it. The night was silent, only a small wind and the rustling of grass and leaves to fill the ears. One of the men spoke up suddenly: "Have you children heard the tale of the Monolith?"
- S.T.A.L.K.E.R. local folclore
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Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try it again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb. They refuse or they cling to realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.
Peter Baylish