In these faint moments I am mostly oblivious to the world around me.

Continue falling into the dark unknown. Continue shedding that light. Open that door, knock that person out, and experience fear for the first time. We are all spectators of the eternal gyre, captivated by the dream that time dreams.

Oblivion awaits your acknowledgment.

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Gus waits. He looks at the sky, sees that the sky is falling. Fireballs falling through the air, a giant capsized cloud of dust swarming, surrounding, engulfing the palace. The wind swoops up, overcomes, blows and billows towards him. He shuts his eyes, awaiting the inevitable impact-

these words I say. they're just bundles of cliches wrapped around my dreams and visions

He thrashes about in midair. The air is searing, the sky is blackening. Tossing about within a hurricane, debris flying everywhere about him. A hole opens up from the center, the earth unfolds and gives way to a darkness all-consuming. Black wisps and willows emerging- so he thinks? the air vacates, giving way to an eventual free fall- he falls, down, down, downward ho towards the great abyss. There is no end in sight. And he plunges into a dark sea of regrets.