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The human mind recoils from oblivion, much as you recoil from your true mother. Unbe, unsuffer, I am the negation of your nightmares, the core of every dream. Each crossroad has brought you here. Will bring you here. Figure of vax, what are you? Thus I undo the spell. You cried and stumbled, and there is stillness at my feet.
I heed you now, true mother, beckoned at last, by something signless. They are not. I am not. A dream fullfilled by its ending. Cannot be! Shall not be!
The human mind recoils from oblivion, much as you recoil from your true mother. Unbe, unsuffer, I am the negation of your nightmares, the core of every dream. Each crossroad has brought you here. Will bring you here. Figure of vax, what are you? Thus I undo the spell. You cried and stumbled, and there is stillness at my feet.
I heed you now, true mother, beckoned at last, by something signless. They are not. I am not. A dream fullfilled by its ending. Cannot be! Shall not be!
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