Our last hope, the final frontier, and I see the horizon drawing ever nearer. As the periphery of life expands, this margin of death becomes clear. A transparent membrane, through which passing feels akin to coming alive. Being osmotically born into a new world that looks much the same, you quake. Violent surges of energy [ ]
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