To walk the ethereal soil on the banks leading unto the stone tower as last breath view we would collapse as humanly tissue, overwhelmed by the final light that seizes us at the end of the world to transform all living that was unliving the torments as timesands cascaded, unknowing of the now unveiled source that flow to overcome confines of flesh particles as seen through the eyes to witness them worldly. The obsessive trait became at an early age from what would seem like truthfabrics bleeding through the cracks between cellwalls, alive in vast nothingnesses surrounding scarce specifics of illusional matter that would float in brightness excesses, ascending to unflinching gaze-in as quest that became to level the endless plains in sight as unified with the fluid surfaces of the endoplasmic waves
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