We cannot stop darkness from filling empty space, but a mere flicker of light transcends the nature of absence. Our hearts grow faint, and as the ice gets thinner, we begin to slide into the chasm of a dark black void. Struggling to see, we cling to what we know, hoping we arrive safely on the other side. It is always the journey that transforms us, those moments sliding through space. We scratch and claw the air, nothing to hold on to, hurled in unforeseen directions, and whipped by the branches of misguided mistakes. We arrive with a sudden jolt, dumped on the soft wet mud, transformed, and riddled with new questions. We climb the mountain, and do it again. This is our nature.
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