When the last flame of light goes out, we're left in a wallowing night. Soaring darkness soaks us in and all thoughts of escape swiftly dissipate as we embrace the tranquility and we taste the sweet nothing. The loathsome demons linger in the black, but they can't touch us. We are imperceptible. You held my hand and we danced through the enigmatic silence. Forever untouchable...
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