Vanishing into the past.
Where they belong.
Like us.
No need to fear.
Nothing lasts.
Perhaps tranquility.
But who knows.
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Vanishing into the past.
Where they belong.
Like us.
No need to fear.
Nothing lasts.
Perhaps tranquility.
But who knows.