high above everything, in the sunless land of the eternal, there is a path.
it is a dark path, paved with marble as lustrous as ebony.
the path is narrow.
on one side is a dark, dark psychedelic whirlpool of despair ; it swirls eternally, beckoning passers-by with it's siren song.
on the other side is a tranquil pool of melancholy; it shines brightly in the purest shades of black.
nobody travels the path, save for him.
he treads slowly.
the path is eternal.
he looks ahead; the path stretches into nothingness, it is never-ending.
he looks around; the warmth of void all around comforts him.
he treads on.
it is his destiny.
he walks alone, along the path, toward the void, toward the eternal darkness.
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