Angels of Waste
Angels of Waste
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They descend from the heavens or, beings of light and shadow/pure darkness/twisted energy. Their wings, vast and feathered/made of razor-sharp blades/composed of swirling mist, beat against the sky/through dimensions/in defiance of reality itself. They are not gods, but something far more terrifying/ancient mer info entities/expressions of pure chaos, instruments wielded by forces benevolent and malevolent/beyond comprehension/that crave only power. Their touch brings salvation to some/is a curse upon all life/leaves nothing but echoes of what once was. The Angels of Destruction leave a trail of rubble and ash/a whisper of madness in their wake/the world forever changed, a stark reminder that even in the darkest depths/amidst the stars' eternal light/when hope seems strongest there are those who would bring an end to all things/harmony through chaos/ruin upon the world.
A Symphony of Sorrow
The music began as a whisper, a mournful wail, echoing the soul-rending grief within my heart. Each chord was heavy with despair, weaving a tapestry of agonizing beauty. It was a symphony composed of tears, a testament to the unyielding power of human suffering.
- Each instrument seemed to carry its own story of broken dreams.
- The cellos moaned in a chorus of anguish, while the percussion resonated like a beating heart.
- As I listened, I felt
The symphony reached its climax, a torrent of pure despair that left me overwhelmed.
Beneath the Weight of Humanity
The world groans beneath its immense burden. We, mankind strive to build a world of comfort, yet each stride leaves its scar upon the fragile structure of life. Through our advances, we seek to master the forces around us, but often forget the fine balance that holds harmony.
- Perhaps a new path to tread, one where humility guides our actions.
- In the end, destiny of humanity rests in our power. Will we opt to be a force for good or a shadow upon the world?
A Soul's Lament
Deep inside every being lies a wellspring of passion. It can be quiet, a mere ripple on the surface. Yet, at times, this wellspring breeds into an unbridled torrent. This is when the soul's cry emerges, a aching testament to longing that cannot be ignored. It can manifest as whispers, as rage, or as a profound peace.
- The soul's cry is a call to be heard.
- Tune in closely, for it holds the secret to our deepest longings.
- Embrace the soul's cry, for it is a burden that can guide us into growth.
Venture into the Labyrinth of Madness
The air hums with an unsettling melody as you step into the labyrinth. Twisted corridors coil before you, their surfaces slicked in a eerie slime. Shadows pulse at the margins of your vision, and every rustle of leaves sounds like a maniacalchuckle. A chilling emptiness hangs in the air, punctuated only by the distant cries of unseen beings. This is no ordinary labyrinth; this is a hallucination woven from the threads of madness itself.
Decade-Long Trauma
The manifestations of trauma can be horrifying, especially when endured over a significant period. A decade is an epoch in life, during which a person undergoes immense transformation. Alas, when this journey is tainted by trauma, the wounds can become ingrained, leaving behind permanent scars on the mind, body, and soul.
The manifestations of decade-long trauma are often nuanced. Individuals may struggle with anxiety, as well as relationship issues. Individuals may also experience unexplained illnesses, a testament to the body's unyielding response to prolonged trauma.
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