It looms before us just as the sky above us. It is unseen but there like the stars.
The future is bright, or so we hope. As we suffer within our dreadful plight. The darkness was never-ending, the pain antagonizing. Oh, how our restless souls weep for the unknown. The stars we will never reach.
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