In the view of Nightengale
Like a rolling wave crashing onto the sea during a storm, I have been hit by a certain vessel of understanding. Only now have I torn myself away from my selfish plots to see this wave. Only now, in the presence of the Void, in the presence of a blissful NOTHING world have I been enlightened with a certain feeling of... well, nothingness.
A sort of pain is still there, but it is mental. I feel nothing more, and I am left here to plot. For that I am thankful. This is a plethora of nothingness, and it clears my head.
This is how it should be.
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