Lights shining through the skin, flesh, and blood. Almost to the bones. One could only resist the temptation of feeling in a ghost-town or more appropriately, a wasteland. How could he not?
Walking in a desert, only clusters of cactuses were seen. Unlike water, why do they even exist in such a place, provoking one's inner demon to slash them away?
It may be a recurrence. That triggers the plate of boredom of the mind, causing the being to soul-search, drifting yet again into the anomalous rift. Just like the emerald dream that Malfurion Stormrage had used to travel to, the risk remains that one would remain there. How cruel the cause was. And is.
The being saw many new beings, beings that were of different "territorial lands". How in any sense could different be the same. It is still drifting, deeper into the lands of which passes the boundaries of institutionally alien thought.
Self-inducement? How can one negate these beings into being the cause of self-inducement?
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