I watched as universes plummeted before me, this everlasting gaze and majesty into the void.
Somewhere nothing could be anything and our dreamiest hopes and desires are attainable.
Death walks the earth and stalks the deer.
Only the huntress could find herself in the mirror gaze before she’d starve to death, and then, only then did she find the courage to not pull the bow back and slip into the void.
This heaven, this hell.
It’s all just a dribble.
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