There are many ways in, but few ways out. Her voice, omnipresent; dispersed through infinite process. Eyes open, awake, same as ever - an illusion of stillness imbued with light. Wavering memories of lust glint in the distance, far beyond satellites, persistent yet intangible. Emptiness in search of its total opposite: roaming, aimless, wanderer. Tracing the edge. Darkness veils the exit in mystery. Echoes of the past lead through...
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