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Staring into The Abyss: Isolation

TheMetallicMoon

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TheMetallicMoon

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alone cosmichorror horror isolation trance

"Pape Satàn, pape Satàn aleppe!"
//Dante's Inferno

Written in the dark, deep in post-midnight; after finishing, my screen went blank and I was left, staring into the abyss.  This is what I had written, almost in a trance like state, be careful: 

read only if you wish to know what we do when left alone.All Rights Reserved

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Staring into The Abyss: Isolation
Fri, May 11, 2018

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