O Harmonious Eternity
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Ongoing30m
Last published Thu, Mar 19, 2026
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"Spell 'Eternity'," she says, her voice snowfall-soft, "Spell it, and you shall be free."
And how terrifying that was! Eternity. A word I am most familiar with! I can't imagine how it would feel if I held the very word in my hands. It would be so sad to leave everything behind, just to gloat about a victory of spelling.
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