Slowly... circling... dancing.
Towards the immense shapeless emptiness.
Circling towards the ineditable.
Tempting whispers from the dark.
Their hands wave a last goodbye...
No-one sees... No-one hears.
Circle slowly... away.
The emptiness is ours... eternally
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