The reflection of her eyes shows the worlds apathy. Drift into the sea and melt up into the sky. As the reflection of contrast points in the direction of a dying world. New world, Old world. Dying World. Time isn’t as apparent as it use to be. The endless pause burns aeons into ashes for this dead century. The reflection of her eyes shows the worlds dreaded cycle. Falling into the downward spiral, for the helpless, for the dreaded, for the dying world. New world. Old world. Dying World. The reflection of her eyes shows the endless pause of the void.
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