The stardust in our bones is the only trace of the beginning of the universe we have left. We are mere creatures, wandering through an existence we don't understand nor own. Do we truly have free will, absolute autonomy, if we cannot will ourselves to live forever? Fate and all its strings bind us to the abstractness of mortality and time.
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Roses and Ribcages
Fiction généraleWhere does the hallucination end and reality begin? Looking for the answers of the universe, Divinity Earls uses psychedelics as a means of escape and clarity.
