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The world was still; stars in a pool of oil. Sheen, shine, slick. Illusion. Silence was a beast born under burden and its weight was crushing.

The world was chaos; stars in a pool of echoes. Screaming, crying, begging. Manipulation. Noise was a beast born under burden and its task was consuming.

In between stillness.

In between chaos.

The waking dream.

It is here I lay upon the stone thats collapsed monoliths form the ridge of my den.

It is here I watch through storm and rain, sun and shadow.

They say age brings many things. Wisdom. Insight. Knowledge.

They say a lot; and all the while they have no clue if their truth is a lie or if their fear should be a comfort.

I watch. I wait. Come to me what boons will but my truth; my lie; my stillness and my chaos, is mine alone and here I lay under its commanding caress.

Here, with age.

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