Theirs is a constant path, the movement was frantic and nervous. In their rush grow up, get up and then fell down into a thousand eddies, confused, indistinct as my thoughts. There is no light except a gray twilight that envelops everything. The current is violent, sly, invincible. Drag my soul away. The door at the bottom of an abyss. The abyss of a story that no longer belongs to me.
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