(Note: Credits to the original poster of the video, I'm just merely providing the translation for it)
Moran: ...My Master. May you allow me to ask a question, my master?
M: What is it?
Moran: Last night...about Mary Clarissa. Her behavior suggests she's still under the influence. The New York Phenomena Equation Experiment was extremely powerful, with an attached super-scale Suggestion Camouflage.
M: Seems so.
Moran: At the same time, there are some uncertainties. She is thinking clearly. Is she truly under such psychological coercion? She's not under such a suggestion. Therefore, there is some deviation to one's surroundings. Are these general human thoughts? Or perhaps, this is Mary Clarissa's golden color...
M: Well?
Moran: That...please forgive me. But did you use the Equation? You...to be held up by the various kings.
M: Haha. Interesting, Moran. Did you just make a joke? Weishaupt had such a function.
Moran: Yes. No. I do not have a function similar to present general comedy.
M: That's right. I will correct you on two things. First. That fellow always had a "gap" in his preparations. Second. He is not one of the various kings. Roughly, it is not my manifestation. That body is Jet Black itself. But despite being of chaos, it is not of the Black King, but the Moon King. It was "there" at the end of the past, present, and future. Do you understand what he is?
Moran: Yes. No. Then, it's as if...
M: Say it. You can say it. I allow you, Sebastian Moran. You may speak. What is that? The clock rings for them.
Moran: The end of the past, present, and future... Something from far away... Sometimes, it howls in darkness... Sometimes, the King of the Void and the moon laughs...
--It appears so.
Moran: And it is the Crawling Chaos... But it's not in any way the King of Sharnoth... But something that came from a different sky.
M: That's right. He is "It".
Moran: Y, yes. But, so then...
M: Yes.
The Black Man narrowed his eye. Was that eye looking into the distant past?
With his crystal clear eye, he gazes through the window at the now-lost sky. Looking up at the heavens covered in smoked clouds.
His lips opened slightly, and he muttered to no one.
To neither the servant that waited at his side, nor the kitty running in jet black. But to what was lost in the past.
Was it something they themselves lost in the past? Was it something they themselves discarded in the past? Or...
Was it something from the past, present, and future--
"That thing."
"The first was when glaciers covered the earth."
"The second was when ashes covered the whole sky."
"The third was in 1822."
"It has the same 'Existence' as me, the same 'Function' as me, and even the same 'Name' as me."
"Three times, it has manifested from the ends of Historical Facts."
"──Another Me (Nyarlathotep)."
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