Some believe that the vastness of suffering on Earth is evidence against the existence of God, imagining our absent cosmic ruler as some loving humanitarian. But the fingers at the switchboard of the universe do not concern themsevles with our contentedness. As the Wordle Friends have witnessed time and again, balance is their sole principle.
Like Virgil leading Dante up mount Purgatorio, the Wordle Friends must pay the price of time, wretched time, oh endless, wretched time, to solve...
Like Einstein, Curie, Tesla, and Newton before them, the Wordle Friends attempt an experiment and it pays off on a global community altering level.
After yesterday's crushing defeat and with the balance of power now aslant, could this be the end for the Wordle Friends?