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Upon the world this was a vestige. Calling forward onto strangled ears.
But when the skies turned dark, the house was taken by the sea.
A pillar truncated.
Cast down to the seabed with all the other forgotten things.
But I remember.
Fleeting shells, sinking ever slowly. Folding downwards, into themselves.
Forever tearing along the seems of the sky.
Until nothing remains exept the eternal ghost.
And then you ask yourself: "Could there ever be anything greater than this?"
You have always been here.