The stars are my deity. I worship the void. They do not expect my servility and I never offer it. Like them, I am a paradox. Any that try to halt me are swallowed up and burnt. I am inconceivability. I am oblivion. I am being. I am infinite and eternal and my potential is endless, rising and falling as I wish to rise and fall.
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