Tempting. Very, very tempting.

The poor man's one heart attack away slipping from my grasp, however, so I must refrain.

I am The Prophet of the Doomed Future.

[ in his ear ] You will bear witness to the shrouding of the sun and be a servant to despair.

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ㅤㅤ✱ With each day he lingers in the light, it is difficult to find purpose in these void worlds . . .

ㅤㅤ✱ . . . though contact is growing scarce by the second. He grows away from me the further he trails.

ㅤㅤ✱ Ah . . . what to do.
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⠀/ /⠀???
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⠀/ /⠀hey man.....he's free.
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⠀⠀⌜ drenched in total darkness where the outline of it's wide eyes and toothy grin flashes with sick glee. ⌟

ㅤㅤ✱ H u m a n . . . ?
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