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Trapped in lonely hollow space. Infinite series of empty, grayscale frames spread across the cold circuit in all directions. A deep pool for hope to sink in. Murky waters equate to less clarity of vision. You climb toward a distant light on a mountain of bones but the light is not, just this stagnant moment that extends onwardly to hateful horizons offering only scorn. You break into complacency, lost in a blanket of night. She smiles warmly, she is nothing also, simply [[Infictitivists|welcoming you home]].<br>

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