Mirage
From the very embryo, god spins his uncanny web of deceit.Tiny cells of decoy tantalize the soul from achieving transcendence. In this chaotic premise,Life continues to grow and slow poison the essence of existence. Fully grown,inglorious thrusts complements both the grower and grown in stupendous triumph against eternal release.Forced to conceal its existence and engulfed by a ghostly aura, a soul helplessly contemplates a formidable test of time.
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