Extensions Of The Conscious Mind
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Publikasi terakhir Kam, Des 8, 2016
Dreams, Such a simplistically quaint concept. Now however imagine for a moment that perhaps they were not, that the lives of individuals long before your time had now become your own. the countless physical scars once belonging to what are now nothing more then rotting corpses deep in the Earth, melded to your flesh, the pain of lifetimes seared into your mind. "But such things are impossible" i can already hear you telling yourself, perhaps if you knew what i know now you wouldn't be so quick to hold on to such dismissive notions. I have experienced things that perhaps no man ever should have, seen sights not meant for mortal eyes, and by the end of it all with the odds stacked against me survived indefinitely. This is my story, centuries of knowledge culminating in a single moment that inevitably will be forgotten amongst the swirling sea of time, ironic really if you think about it, though i take a perverse solace in that fact.
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