A Souls' Never-Ending Story; The Inventor.
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There is one entity in which all fear, Death. No one knows when it will come or what awaits us when our life is gone. For all we know. There is no place above for those who have done good deeds, nor a place for those who sinned. But infinite darkness for us to spend eternity within. These are stories we have all been accustomed to, but there is one yet to be told. For Souls are waiting to tell their story and to prove, darkness is not waiting for us, but a new chapter in our never-ending story.
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