The pure, perfect, being of light is complete and sovereign. The story from immortality to mortality involves a journey from the light into the dark, from clarity to confusion.
The story is just a story, entertainment, fun, but time transforms it into a drama such that we seek to escape it by any means.
From sovereigns we become slaves. From masters of our senses and time, we transform and shrink into a hell of our own making. Like the Phoenix we rise from the ashes of our negated virtues, the pit of self-harming vice and once more, as before, replace the crown upon our head.
The angels awake from a dream turned nightmare, seek meaning in many paths, unnecessarily complicating a simple tale of an entropic dance of fictional characters who become consumed in their roles.
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