?? not sure about that last one
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Time is an illusion drenched in space.
Unyeilding.
Unending.
It stares you in the face.
Look away and it does not.
For if it did you would vanish without a trace.
you were the first to noticethough not the first to teachall of the skills i'd need in lifeand the scabs i could not reach
