Even time has a beginning. From nothing, it grew. It's fingers outstretched, extending throughout the palm of space. Interlacing between the empty gaps and grasping tight, not letting go. It deteriorates all which exists, constantly trying to pull apart structures, buldings, planets, stars, us. We fight it's destructive harassment, until we tire.
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