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...and alas, I see. I see as one with new eyes, who gazes upon a flower and sees its beauty as a horror; an alien entity.
I understand, as with a mind drunk on its own fertility and endless imagination; an aimless mass.
I love, with a heart charred and crumbling; a crooked and deceptive creature.
~END CHAPTER ONE~