Light. So good and pure. So bright it can light up even the darkest of spaces. So bright, so pure, so good. To much light can blind anyone. With so much purity imperfection almost disappears. But it doesn't. For good there is evil. For light there is dark. One cannot exist without the other. A parasitic relationship. The question is, which is the parasitic one?
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Creo
خيال (فانتازيا)Et est realis. Scriptum est in manu mea. Creo. And it is real. It is written in my hand. I create.
