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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.