So Long

See there, the bones of your dead Gods? See how they tell the tale of times past, of lives lived, of loves lost? They have left you here, in this place, to weep over your tragic state. Glory awaited them, and they grasped it, elevating themselves beyond existence, into the void of the unknown future. Here we are now; here we stand in the center of what we call living, staring at the edge of our limitations, longing for the day we become more than just sentient beings. And there they lie, almost as if to mock our lack of progress, our grave vision that prostrates us, bending us to the whims of imaginary tormentors and ends we can no longer cling to.

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