He cackled as he fell unto the cold floor. “Let it be,” he laughed. “You have seen it. At least you have seen it. They are in your mind, and you cannot escape the knowledge. All things must die, and then there will only be darkness.”
He withered away at my feet, decaying to ashes in a moment. The smell of burnt flesh filled my nose. I gazed up into the heavens, and I saw those great and wide things which I could not comprehend.
“There is a time for all things, a season for every purpose under the sun.”
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