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no mystery here

No Mystery here when I shut my eyes, I see millions of stars not bright stars they only bring light onto themselves static and unblinkingly. On the bottom half of what I see, is a mist called ennui, of stars have been consumed by the nothingness that is self-consuming. The enormous expanse called the Universe is life forms, but not alive, lack awareness, and exist only to fill the emptiness the clerics call heaven. The stillness is absolute, human drama does not echo in the vastness of non-life, called peace mankind refers to as death.

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