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Fallen in your name, my vision began to blur, the water too still, the ocean too clean, wispers of Her call will save it all but them. A long lost liminal dream for you to seek its end.

As for your lie, Her name will tremble, their thought will disassemble. Her creator, Her life, was it not a living being? Let the rot roam in this highway, the trees no longer singing Her laments, nor Her calls, let the rot foam...

Warm nights will suffocate them, Her cries begging for it to end... 04h49am... snow pilled up, was this a dream? Was this the end? Her voice praising the clouds and ocean, but not being heard yet again. they'll walk out the door frame and let it rot.