Final Words
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Last published Mon, Aug 9, 2021
'Lest we begin at the end, may you remember our last thoughts before the power finally fades. This is the tale of how we died.'
An amalgamation of an entity alone with only their thoughts to keep them company as their world dies. Watching and listening to a place they have no ability to affect from their position. The tale of their final metaphorical breath and what lead to their end.
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