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... eld no meaning, a powerful entity gazed into the swirling mists of reality. The image of dark-haired boy whistling in the car reflected in its formless perception. The entity let out a sigh that was less sound and more a ripple in the fabric of existence, a tremor of cosmic sorrow.
The void shimmered.
"Oh, my dear $#@!…" The entity's voice was soft, mournful, its syllables bending reality itself.
"Again, you walk unconsciously upon a path carved from dead bodies. Again, y ...
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