the end and the start of this world seen through a little line of thought thrown to the past and the future as a casual gesture is always the kind of effort that we take when we see that it's impossible to by any means make the mind work as a tool at the same time that we tell ourselves I am my mind but long ago while those crystals were forming each others by colliding all the islands stopped being so and there's just a fog
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