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Once I saw a being of light. I peered beyond the pale and glimpsed a dying dream, and it said to me in so many voices I couldn't possibly understand. This booming orchestra of voices tore at my mortal flesh and burned the word "love" across my vision. Yet in the next moment, it was gone, and I was fine. Now still, when my subconscious dares to dream a hateful dream, I see the words love plastered over my vision.


















