#0095. Ghastly remainders of what has come before. You are unable to escape the things that precede you. They are unavoidable. They are obstacle born. Looming up. Growing from the cellar of you like weeds. Those faces have all lived your life before you. They slipped on your skin and paraded through history. Their faces are your faces. You look into mirrors and see her. God is watching you watching her watching you. The second world is the secret place. You glimpse it and it will take you with it as it dissolves into the aether. It all goes away.
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