What many would find it was a moody night sky like any other. The people took their normal steps, each filled with purpose like any other.

There was one man, his name was Sandro, he was one of average man, returning from his long hours of work to his wife and children.

The normality all ended there as he was suddenly pierced from the back by a shadow, one that breaths with an evil intent.

There was panic, but also a sense of resolution, like if all the stuff he wanted would just disappear like sand to the waves, leafs to the air and man to flames.

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A dozen days ago, when one had felt enough, it used to be a sign that one had given in as one traced one's path.

Most as see it as a linear path. One that leads the body and soul to its natural conclusion, but what they miss is that is only a partical truth, one that lied to itself.

As when partical truth exist, it all starts and end as an lie of inter existence. Those that question what could be before it are not the wiser of what it couldn't untell.

Many fall for the many lies that the world couldn't tell them, they all seek what little answers the world tell them but instead of trying they fall, fall flat to the abyss.

The abyss one well known yet unknown to all. The eyes of darkness looms all that it shows, it's immeasurable and unaccessible to all those that exist.

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When ideas are gather there they slowly corrupt and manifest a thing that deeply reflects it's light. Those who tries to save it from the abyss bring that manifestation to corrupt. They could never truly save one who fell down as all they can do is find one that fits their heart and emptiness that lack outermost intellectual conscious.

The one that lacked and are the most common type of beings that reality had unfolded among itself. It grows down to deeper instructions on the ground of reality.

For example, imagine if there is a man walking to point A to point B. One must define how exactly dose one reach point A how one reaches point B as to reach point A. As they must realisticly travel a distance to point with fits the scenario. Many ponder how one can travel from to A and to B which makes it a complex quantity of different kind of captivity that the human mind cannot truly processed as the brain is only big as what it can see with shadows blocking it and light showing it.

But the thing is that shadows often show itself just as much as light. The shadow are just as part of the world and fusion of then reality as set itself. Therefore to not enter the darkness known as the abyss it must acknowledge the shadow and the light and see truly it's 4th dimensions.

There was one man that knew of this, but not in the way you would most would interpret this sentence. That man knew as little as he did yet act with what little he taught. It was self reactional response to one's surroundings and the space between it.

That man, with his knowledge, with his ideas, he saw the shadows, and he saw the light, he could the demnsions, fusing with one and another, something that couldn't be rationalize yet could be acted upon by pure reacitonal response to evidence of outer world.

It was then a new path open itself, it was then the answer was clear. As many as say would be an end to all would be an beginning for one.

That man raveled the path, fueled by nothing but a sensation to see the truth. To see point B. His name was none other than Vigiroogono.