Caution to the wind swept to the sea by the breeze with ease. Fourteen steps to the edge of it all, a plausible precipice. The sound of energy colliding into mass played endlessly for all and none to hear. A pungent aroma full of life and death inhaled into lungs stretched to capacity. The edge of existence laid across a blue blanket of cold cunning killers. The endless infinity of sky embracing all that meets the eye. A miracle unfolds before innocent souls born to be one with it all. We stand side by side with the noise of natural motion resonating in our minds and the sight of cylindrical bliss blinding our eyes. Alone to behold things only told in tales to tall to transcribe. With abandon we cross the threshold, stepping into the velvety void. Beaten back by that which we seek, our hearts are set, our minds fixed upon the calm before the storm. Driven down to the depths into cold and murky silence, we cannot be stopped, we will not relent. Collecting ourselves we pause to reflect on the struggles behind, while opening our eyes and our minds. With composure collected the reality of our place in the universe is laid heavy upon us. We float on the edge of the void. We wait for a wave.
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