Time is a cruel joke played by some faded god, a jest at creatures such as I...our torment. For I feel that greedy lover, Time, press too close against me this day. His hunger sapping my passions. I find myself waiting for my own decay, as though it were a forgotten friend come to visit. Searching the mirror for the signs I see so well in others. His accursed touch. That bastard.
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