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This is what happens when you cross boundaries and surpass limitations. Death is stealthy and death is sly. He sneaks in, between the slightest crevices that you barely know exist. And he waits. Time. Time has no momentum in oblivion. Its fog wavers and sways with no figure or form. But death is immortal and time plays no effect on him.

Humans, however
drain away
slowly
until we are nothing but death's manifestations living on earth.

We are immobile, purposeless, and void.
And it is comforting.