Hmmm..... how to begin....... alright, here we go.
The world floats in a sea of black, and someone notices the endless flapping of midnight wings. The stars come into being and snuff themselves out again, within the sphere of midnight wings. The one who is many smiles at this; the one who is not cringes. All feel feear and wonderment, looking at the midnight wings. A wish is uttered, a prayer is made; curses are hurled at the midnight wings.
Why are there so many voices within the midnight wings?
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