A Short Essay on Perception
All his echoes were endless and moist. The morning dew accumulated on his echoes. And when the lights filled up the dew, his voice would shine throughout the realm. Bright. Much too bright. The Ultra-Violet rays of repetetive sounds.
People wore sunglasses to save their ears.
People wore sunglasses to save their ears.
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