The Universe works in its own peculiar ways, generating cause and effect, governing every impulse. Transforming fate into happening, projecting imagination onto reality, unfolding as every moment ticks by.
And somewhere amongst the hazy stardust and entities functioning flawlessly, we want every passing second to be perfect in our own way. Too infinitesimally unimportant we are, and still brilliantly selfish to expect.
Only if we knew.
And somewhere amongst the hazy stardust and entities functioning flawlessly, we want every passing second to be perfect in our own way. Too infinitesimally unimportant we are, and still brilliantly selfish to expect.
Only if we knew.
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