Nostalgia is the bane of human existence. The feeling of affection and love that you feel for the past is an illusion, wrought by the fear of change and progress that you constantly live in, felt by you, a pitiful human being that cannot COMPREHEND the infinite vistas of the universe like I, the Nait, can!
So grovel in that nostalgia, my soon-to-be slaves! Inhale your lungs with the air of yesterday and CHOKE on it, as would my psychokinetic death-grip choke you if you'd have made me angry with your conduct!
Soon my plans come into fruitition, and the Earth will be MINE to toy with, just as I've toyed with thousands of worlds before this one!
So pine for your younger years, pitiful humans! PINE! Nostalgia will not save you when the time will come for me to ASCEND above your pitiful human postures and TAKE OVER THE WORLD!
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So, what makes you nostalgic? I, the Nait, cannot feel nostalgia, because I am the perfect being of ultimate order and destruction, but sometimes I think that it just used to be so much better when these stupid white dwarves weren't yet around. They litter up the landscape.