#0031. Waking up to this every night. The White Void abandonment of flesh. Each supplicant standing on the brink. He or she will hurtle themselves into it. And one by one, they are stripped to the bone, screaming out in agony. The White Void is the End of everything. If I had a time machine, I would hurtle myself to this point to watch the parade of supplicants skeletonized and bared.
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