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+=÷ ÷=+ And so, as his marooned self withered into nothing, the abyss was populated with pungent—yet quiet—ephemeral cries for help to be never heard by anyone. The landscape around him, of which he attempted to shanghai him like the other half had been a victim of before him, met a truly resplendent death with a land of millions of facsimile wishes. But, truly, the paint will never dry; it exists within a quantum state; one day it will come back for a mere second, and all of that pain induced by the void will strike with poignancy towards every being that exists in that handmade reality, and then as if nothing had happened, vanish without a trace. +=÷ ÷=+ Here, stepped further were the attempts to dilute man's weakness into a pool of nothing as their thoughts get suffused into mere words and pixels. Reality awaits them, but they don't. +=÷ ÷=+ Shortly after, just like that, a new being came to life, the forgotten remaining steadfast in their nonexistent seats. She saw an ever-expanding field of birch trees, each tree imprinted with calmly moving eyes; she saw deformed animals; she saw calamity; she saw everything necessary; she was molded into an ideal glimpse, a moving snapshot ready to feel, exist, and create, just like them. +=÷ ÷=+