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What is this? It's soft and lacks discipline. It's free from the dangers of the waters below and wild in unimaginable degrees of warmth. It rests in the depths of my mind and on the very tip of my frigid soul. It melts the ice of isolation of the ones I touch, burning through the pathetic barrier of lies that stand in the way of its power. For once, everyone believes and smiles at the utopia before them, under the sun. However, the warmth is not eternal, but superficial. It is the illusion of peace that appeases the weak and gives respite to the strong. In truth, behind the facade of everlasting paradise is the ice of my true strength--my frozen heart which rules me forever.
Down here, time is endless. Her people still obey the laws, yet they never do as their distant masters command. Away from the eyes of the world, they mark their homes with oaths of secrecy and dreams of a utopia—a land of perfection granted from leftover will from the desolate realms above. The anger derived from their destructive natures provided the fortitude to carry out this divine yet clandestine mission.
I closed my eyes. The rain had halted. Lakes of scarlet callously littered the world, engulfing the land and leaving mere pockets of futile resistance begging for mercy. The sun was no more; its corpse lay lifeless, buried under the scorched mountains. Silence was the symphony of the sky now, ill with conceit and blackened through time. Stars were thrown aside like refuse, cast into an even darker abyss. By who though? Who dared to invade this sacred realm? Who had dared to, knowing that he slept secretly amongst the utopians.
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