Where the shadows consume anew themselves in the darkness
Where the air is water and burns the frailty of inconsistent minds
The center alone points only three times up. All others down.
Scavengers. Harvesters. Growing and renewing without purpose or perhaps yes.
pressing into the folds of it's own universe. Not content with the limited eternity.
Leaking out into more places, feeding off minds. Returning. Growing. Learning.
Learning what? What purpose? The Doors of the Elevator are cracking.
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