#0001. There is a thread that runs between all worlds. Falsely attributed permanence. The thing you feel like is a soul is this, instead. Her name is Alice. In every world she is there. Her porcelain face is in every star, every winking void. Shudder to think of it. She fills each moment with her glory. Gods call her your majesty. Heaven shrinks at her touch. She is in all things. There is a thread that runs between all worlds. Her name is Alice.
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