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| − | There is nothing here. In the mere seconds that my existence has meant anything, you have missed the purpose. All that was here is gone. All that should be here isn’t. This page you have found, in between the pages and pages of stammering, drunken stories and wizardry’s very foundation in our world, there lie an empty declaration with empty words. Questions could and will be asked. But the hollow soul who knows will not utter a word for your sake. Why? Where? When? How? What?
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| − | …”what”. That… is a good question. He knows it is. He will bring you your answer.
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| − | What could be said about this? The blankness, yes. But there is something to be said about the hollow soul. Him. He has seen it. He has been there. He knows you and you do not, cannot, and will not know him. For the white void you see before… is him. How sad.
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Revision as of 15:44, 31 March 2022
Believe it or not, there used to be some edgy crap here. Now it’s not edgy anymore. You’re welcome.
