The End
Please don’t panic, this is just a test of the emergency broadcast system. Find time to adjust your attention to the sky and realign your priorities. Find a deeper sense of self and connection with everything which you have interacted with. At this point you may look down and around for as long as it takes to find the answers within yourself that you will need to make it through this obstruction. An obstacle of corruption which stretches outward in every single direction and cannot be solved or explained. This can only be ordained as the truth of existence. But like all immovable forces we will move to action and react with concerned fashion and irrefutable passion. But will it be too late? Will things collapse and become malleable, neither a liquid nor a solid but something intangible and a product of our trial? Then the flames are fanned and our emotions are canned. Covered by the reality of what is to come. We are past the point of panic and have moved onto reckless abandonment.
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