A query of uncertain proportions
Above the waters you look so still, floating there in ethereal defiance. Speed and lights were never your style, soft and quiet is where you reign. Peaceful as you slumber, terrifying are your dreams. A pondering eye gazes over it all, calculating every wisp that follows the silence. Sturdy and strong you stand, as the world crashes and tumbles all around. Billowing through life, transparent as you are, breathing in everybodys space. The dice has been cast fate sealed. To follow you towards unknown demise, or stay with the demons I've created. Therein the query arises, what do I do with the left over fear?
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