The world, it was here before me, and it will be here after me, the ocean waves continue to flow, but I'll never be greater, than it’s scope, it will always be there, and it will always have its opinion, maybe it’s a reflection, of the people, their coherent voice, the spirits, of the land and sea, and the trees, the algae, such an ancient thing, how many moons, has it seen, so vast, its spirit too great, I've lingered long enough, a lady in red, I'm late, this grand tree, and its many extensions, what sort of stupidity, has it seen in humanity, so much erroneous thinking, so much blasphemy, it knows our saving grace, is that we are but men and women, mortals, we really know nothing, our patron deities watch over us, maybe, these children, so young, are they connected to the ocean, one day, I hope the world forgets me…

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