i am that rambling representation of a numb, faceless existence.
creations all around me, nothing speaks of truth, i ran out of patience one day
that day i aged and i aged again, with my mind chained to a far far future
when there is nothing but absolute darkness and peace
flashes of light here and there, traces stretching into outskirts of nowhere
illuminating all that there is and forgiving all that there is not
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