WRONG EPOCHS - CHAPTER 1: WARS, HALLS, BIRDS.
matresses upon blanketed words drift through the cannals of mankind.
it all comes crashing down in the end, as all of us do.
the gilded halls of mephistopheles watch upon the masses as they wage wars over burnt breadcrumbs.
perhaps the birds do still sing? even if they do, none hear.
how much longer will this last?
seconds?
minutes?
hours?
days
weeks?
months?
years?
decades?
centuries?
millenia?
Epochs?
AEONS?!
...
only time will tell.
only time will tell how long the wars will be waged.
only time will tell how long the halls will watch.
only time will tell how long the birds will sing in vain.
only time will tell...
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