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A bedtime story. Slow descent into hell, a place where no one escapes. Loud as it is; its field resonates in the corners of your mind. You imagine you can’t tolerate such intensity, but low and behold you die and are reborn; to exist for an eternity. Mi
ne was something different, my existance was a combination of a thousand nights staring at the stars. I think eternity is simple. I think eternity is the one moment you really feel alive. When you've felt that one moment, you've lived an eternity.
Minions all locked into one consignment, created by the "LOT" (Lords of Torment). The light went out long before you noticed you were no longer in a safe quadrant of a universe, you once occupied.
Space is a fickle idea. What you fill versus what he fills, she fills, the catdogbird fills. Can emotions fill space? If so, we're suffocating.
If not, we're
doomed to repeated our mistakes. A sad state of affairs.
