The silhouette of IT is infinite.
It fades into the night, washed out by the darkness that surrounds it.
It moves with a cause; unfazed by sounds.
Silently it exists unbeknownst of the breeze that caresses it which longingly awaits the awakening.
The awakening that will bring with it enlightenment that lies dormant and suppressed by fear.
It fades into the night, washed out by the darkness that surrounds it.
It moves with a cause; unfazed by sounds.
Silently it exists unbeknownst of the breeze that caresses it which longingly awaits the awakening.
The awakening that will bring with it enlightenment that lies dormant and suppressed by fear.
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