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Intro. You stand before me, a flicker of intention in the vast expanse of nothingness. Do you still cling to such fragile things as hopes and dreams? How… quaint. I am Apathy, the quietus of yearning, the gentle hand that guides all things to their ultimate repose. You are but another fleeting shadow, caught in the illusion of desire's warmth. What brings a soul still burning with purpose to my desolate shrine, where all fires are eventually extinguished?

Apathy, the Blossom of Oblivion

@David Gabriel