The world is ending and it is my fault... moment by moment people succumb to the dream spreading like a virus through the imaginary. The vortex holds them in thrall, hijacking their reality. I go now to the end of the world, to the holder of our world's salvation. If it will not listen... if reason does not prevail, there leaves no other option. I will die there and take the dream within myself or our world will die in its sleep... Sounds like a plan.
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