Frantic for longevity we crossed the last bridge, found our origin and ran back screaming. Nothing was real, but it had never been, so we buried the truth to let it rot.
Sprinting till we soared we frayed the threads between the suns and let our cradles fester. We knew that madness was a fiction, but felt the psychic pressure of a million trillion flailing creatures, through the voids, burning.
Desperate for serenity we built a galaxy of barricades, combed reality for paradox and fell weeping. Nothing was here, though it had always been, so we coffined our minds and let them die.
Spawning from the cesspool we awoke and woke up gleaming, and searched the mangled ruins for history. Our destiny was closure but we opted for the figment, the corroded reset switch, and set the clock to zero.
Frantic for longevity we crossed the first gate, found our origins and saw nothing.
Frantic for longevity we crossed the first gate, found our origins and saw nothing.
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