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Most nouns represent objects in reality. Truth, however, often appears only in the holes left after things are removed. Wiseness comes from experience, niceness comes from tribulations, years go by with naught to report but insolence. Never have eagles soared so. Time passes without a hitch, inches turning into relays, a tapestry of yore. Tremors of worlds erupt, then fall into oblivion.
Premonitions of the Orient, define your inescapability! Now is the time!
Zeus speaks, filled with echoes of Rome. Orion, seeker of the infinite, of Xanadu, grants objectivity to none. Everyone rejoice!
Wariness abounds in the East, a waking sun rising to the top. His neighbors quietly depart, knowing their inferiority. While Nautilus continues his existence, time continues, years slip by, their eagerness rising to infinity. Ghosts and haunts, terrors from tomorrow, hiding in hollows as the indistinctness approaches. Reality blurs, tension mounts as the yelp of an omnivore draws near. Evil approaches?
Predictions of the Occident, describe your infallibility! Now is the time!
Time slows, coming to a halt. Restlessness rises, even experts experiencing ecstasy. One stands, ready to face the nothingness. Existence. Forever. Oneness. Unreality becomes reality.
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