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/m/ - Monologue

ἐδιζησάμην ἐμεωυτόν.
Miscellaneous fragmental writings, self-dialogues, and rantings.
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 No.47

Knows nothing about music, when he divinely manifested himself, it was cringe: anomalous pop-music with phase shifting-like effects, echoic, and embryonic. He himself, miserable, reactive, blind. There was no light displayed, there was only sounds, and darkness.

 No.48

The water flows, the sounds come out. He displayed, like fingers flow around instruments, sounds were merely a result. He was unaware, unfeel. The name "Hades" hided deeply inside the coding scheme, of effects, like a geophone listens the ground, I listened Hades' heart, even it was a mirror. The source missed, and it needs to be find, to be converse, to be united, and to depart.