Angels of Waste
Angels of Waste
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They descend from the heavens or, beings of light and shadow/pure darkness/twisted energy. Their wings, vast and feathered/made of razor-sharp blades/composed of swirling mist, beat against the sky/through dimensions/in defiance of reality itself. They are not gods, but something far more terrifying/ancient entities/expressions of pure chaos, instruments wielded by forces benevolent and malevolent/beyond comprehension/that crave only power. Their touch brings salvation to some/is a curse info upon all life/leaves nothing but echoes of what once was. The Angels of Destruction leave a trail of rubble and ash/a whisper of madness in their wake/the world forever changed, a stark reminder that even in the darkest depths/amidst the stars' eternal light/when hope seems strongest there are those who would bring an end to all things/harmony through chaos/ruin upon the world.
A Symphony of Sorrow
The music began as a whisper, a solemn dirge, echoing the crushing weight within my heart. Each melody was laced with sorrow, weaving a tapestry of heartbreaking truth. It was a symphony composed of tears, a testament to the unyielding power of human suffering.
- Every note played seemed to carry its own story of painful memories.
- The trumpets cried out in a chorus of anguish, while the percussion resonated like the pulse of sorrow.
- I was swept away
The symphony reached its climax, a torrent of soul-shattering grief that left me broken.
Beneath the Weight of Humanity
The earth groans beneath its immense weight. We, humans strive to create a world of ease, yet every action leaves its trace upon the fragile tapestry of life. Through our technologies, we seek to dominate the elements around us, but often forget the delicate balance that maintains harmony.
- Possibly we consider to tread, one where respect guides our choices.
- In the end, future of humanity rests in our hands. Will we decide to be a force for good or a shadow upon the world?
A Plea From the Depths
Deep inside every being lies a wellspring of passion. It can be subtle, a mere ripple on the surface. Yet, at times, this wellspring explodes into an unbridled torrent. This is when the soul's cry emerges, a raucous testament to yearning that cannot be ignored. It can manifest as whispers, as fury, or as a profound silence.
- The soul's cry is a call to be heard.
- Tune in closely, for it holds the truth to our deepest needs.
- Embrace the soul's cry, for it is a gift that can guide us into understanding.
Embark into the Labyrinth of Madness
The air sings with an unsettling melody as you enter into the labyrinth. Twisted corridors stretch before you, their surfaces slicked in a eerie slime. Shadows dance at the margins of your vision, and every rustle of leaves reverberates like a maniacallaugh. A chilling void hangs in the air, punctuated only by the distant cries of unseen things. This is no ordinary labyrinth; this is a hallucination woven from the substance of madness itself.
The Lingering Scars of Trauma
The effects of trauma can be devastating, especially when endured over a extended period. A decade is an epoch in life, during which a person undergoes immense development. Alas, when this journey is tainted by trauma, the wounds can run deep, leaving behind permanent scars on the mind, body, and soul.
The indications of decade-long trauma are often nuanced. Individuals may struggle with depression, as well as relationship issues. They may also experience chronic pain, a testament to the body's unyielding response to prolonged trauma.
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