The Wretched Man On The Moon.I have seen too much of this. This world holds no hope – not for me, not for her and not even for itself. The golden age has passed. Now all that glitters is my memory. Even that turns ashen, crumbling and destroyed.Humans. Pathetic, disgusting creatures… Look at how they prowl beneath me in the dark crevices that they call lives, spouting trash about existentialism, each of their solitary, apparently sentient souls locked away from the rest of this world. Sometimes it would seem like they deserve this blighted existence – locked in an infinite abyss of darkness. No, perhaps it is not their fault… but the frail and feebl
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