Here we are today; four weeks from the end of time. Moments reflecting along the thoughts once transparent. Falling stars turn to snowflakes; frosty dreams covering the horror of nightmares.
Waiting for the end is delightful.

Here we are today; four weeks from the end of time. Moments reflecting along the thoughts once transparent. Falling stars turn to snowflakes; frosty dreams covering the horror of nightmares.
Waiting for the end is delightful.
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