You see the light of long dead stars. Your existence is nothing but an echo of a dying god's screams. The unseen converges. Surrounds you. And it tightens like a noose.
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Hallo. These are just the mad ramblings of an idea I had a long time ago. I need to get it of my head. Dont expect me to write regulary and dont expect updates. Thats just my method of removing any idea thats stuck to long in my head.