“With the dawn of every day, there is a sigh of relief… bittersweet, though it may be. For with that dawn comes another night when the veil is lifted, and the void is illumined…”
“When I was you a young boy, I too wished upon a falling star. I wished that it would not crush my life away.”
“For there are as many possibilities for disaster as there are colors in the rainbow… Or stars in the sky.”
“But let us not forget the phantasmagoric phantasm that hangs in the ether; its head one thousand leagues of space dust; its tongue of anti-matter lashing the stars…”
“Will not the ancient, unimaginable ones–whom I imagine to be very large, somewhat reptilian, but with squid or octopus like features–return as the salmon do to their nesting grounds?”
“Oh, how I yearn for a night sky clouded over in a merciful shroud of smog…”
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