Spirit Melt
Vortex is not a black hole
Its last chamber is a place of rest of the divine elemental soul
And reflection of that soul
Is in us all
It is the under fabric of being must
Before it everything else is dust
It is extending the soul when vortexes entry one will pass
Without it nothing exists therefore exist vortex must
It is the force without name
Without prejudice or blame
From existence itself it came
The last refuge but it will always stand because of its positioning in the game
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