I need some time to myself, but I hate being alone. Why do I feel so isolated when motion and sound is constant? How can I find myself? I just need silence. I'll cast it out: the color, the shape, the dimension, the sound. When nothingness hits I will drown in the wavelengths. A clear conscience will bring endless possibilities. In this realm we control and manipulate anything. We are beings of light. Beneath the cloak you're just like me: frail beings with cosmic potency. Sweet sympathy in the construct of consistency. Can you feel it? Can you hear it? The world is changing right beneath our feet. Just trade it all: the parchment for the pen. The signature defies you. It binds us all to contractual simulation. We play the game, the unconscious quarantine. Remove yourself from their grasp. Immanent decadence awaits you. So find the light.
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