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The Shangri-Ladder to Heaven
Into this black hole I go. Deep down into the fabric of reality, I burrow. Time passes and the clock ticks. Time that I once borrowed, and that’s why, me, time picked. Me as it’s target. I am it’s sacrifice. Me as the one… the one to be swallowed up whole…
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Black Wings; Grey Rings; Orange Cloud of Smoke
My wings have never been so tattered and weathered. Ashen and dulled, barely even feathered. My flight has been nulled, to the ground I’m tethered. Gravity, to me, has never felt so strong and relentless. Oh it’s so pulling, dorcing me upon the floor beneath. Resisting it’s might feels like trying to pull teeth…
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weep

The perception of time can vary, feeling like an eternity or a mere instant, influenced by gravitational pull. Emotions intertwined with the passing moments, as reality blurs in the moonlit night.