Journey Your journey begins here. At the end of everything. You must take that dreaded step - into the wilderness. Off the cliff face. Into nothing. Your path has only just begun. Weary-eyed, soul-drained. Lost in the rat race of this concrete jungle they call civilisation - progress. Home? Your time in this metropolis was but a passing wind, eddying from storm to storm, devoured by gale upon gale - spat out. Unwanted by this unruly ocean. Your passage was but a means to an end. Numbered days that toyed with the idea of forever. Days that chipped at your porcelain until you remained. A shell. Your bloodied feet have had no rest. The path is arduous and the days are long. The journey is unbearable and the nights hold no respite. You don't belong here - a stranger in your own home. Your voyage has shaped and battered you. Here you stand. The precipice of the...
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