Love
Love is a dungeon. Through trial and error do many find the way out and see the sun shine so bright that it warms their souls. And a gentle breeze kisses their face, a sign that they're no longer alone. Others, however, plunge in deeper into the abyss. They take the wrong turns, end up deeper in the dungeon. Eventually, they're submerged in darkness, feel the sharp claws of madness, hear the cold voices of the lost and forgotten. Millions roam the massive prison, yet they never find one another; only walk further and further to Hell as it awaits them at the bottom to liberate them of the cold betrayal of being unloved.
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