#0059. Reality bends them and forces them into subservience. Like all who breathe, these children are knocked about by gales and tossed into tempest, powerless and abandoned and orphaned. They rise up from quagmire pits in unison, but they are cast back down by the fog and the rain. They cannot hold their own. They will eventually fall into the pit and they will be too weak and too tired to crawl back up again. Their ending will come too slowly. No matter what they try.
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