The surface was soft to walk on; if only there was one, she would like to imagine it existed.
In her hand was a small little thing, but no matter how small it was, it could reach anything it touched.
Nothing could be seen anywhere, and there was nothing everywhere.
It was possible to see both everything and nothing at once.
She reasoned, "Eyes are useless without my permission to see."
A passing thought, like many others.
She does not want to admit it, but it was a lonely life.
But is loneliness so bad?
She had seen what it did to a being many times before, but the counterpart was no different.
Is it still possible at this point?
Haha.
No, it really wasn't.
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Simply Analogous
FantasyCreation and Destruction works in many ways, completely different in meaning yet always together. Opposite to one another, yet intertwined by each other. Just like how you try to live life in the fullest, avoiding death with the excess time you are...
