We are full to the very top with countless, worthless emotions. Envy and greed fill the chaos of a dying world. These are the lazy emotions of a God, not the cultivators of a world.
Feelings with no explanation.
"A meaningless effort."
This world will crumble around us, with us.
Because of us.
Leaving empty dreams and sorrowful hope to float through the abyss with no material body to keep it company.
Perhaps these dreams are all that is left in the physical world, we no longer have a method to entertain the Gods.
Nothing. And the last glimmer of hope, hasn't the will to do anything.
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