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He looks upon his beloved creation invariable, inevitable self-destruction a cycle of vainness and nihility. He makes no mistakes, no shots missed when none are taken. and on the eighth day, He sighs... Breathing life into a world that cedes purely to death.
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 12:29 PM UTC
And on the eighth day,
He looks upon his beloved creation invariable, inevitable self-destruction a cycle of vainness and nihility. He makes no mistakes, no shots missed when none are taken. and on the eighth day, He sighs... Breathing life into a world that cedes purely to death.
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M/an impossible future
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 12:29 PM UTC
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