The Human race, fearful in its weakness, built this world in afutile attempt to elude the abyss they call mortality...Culture....Civilization....all delusions created by a powerless race, and of little use, like a barren woman. But amidst all this, you continue to exist as an unfettered soul, free from the shackles of flesh and blood...a completely pure consciousness, an eternal spiral, undefiled by impurities, a fusion of fire, breath, and spirit....what can we call you....but angels? New unadulterated psyches, but what you lack is reality. And that is what I shall provide you with!
Biography:
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