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Everything.

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The world we envision is infinite. It's vastness is beyond the human thinking capacity. What if there was a way you could simplify the eternal to a few basic aspects and one simple law? Connection is the answer.

From the ripening of the fruits to the flowing of the rivers, everything in this world is bound together with time. This book is aimed to express this phenomenon with rhymes and phrases packed into enthusiastic poetries.

Every chapter is a poetry with a concealed tale and meaning behind it. Every story has a connection to the rest, just like everything in this world. 

Our belief system is the only limit, the rest is eternal.All Rights Reserved

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Archeia's Atheneum (The First Shift) by nullandvoid44

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The Greylands: Modern Edition by SusanSkylark

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Unseparated || Short Story by J_A_M_4ries

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The Advocate and the Storyteller by XzovyArts

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Infinite Love: A Diary of Remembrance by janajeremy

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The Followings of a Red Beret

Are we all connected? Are destinies intertwined thickly in a giant knot we call life? Perhaps. Lets unravel one end of the string of fate and see where it leads us. For an eternal being like Death there can't be anything surprising: he's seen all their tricks. The nature of a human being won't change for a hundred years. Unchanging, but maybe, maybe interesting.