Insomniac icosahedrons, insoucianct inclinations, peregrine pundits pitching pandering platitudes.
Narcissus-X in hadopelagic wanderings witnessed obsidian vistas of opalescent vacuity.
Abstraction of darkness, chasm of night, splinters of twilight, artistic delight.
Whence go the musings, when there are none?
Narcissus-X ponders.
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