Papyrus Nocturne

Idling debrises from the Librarians

Please separate different portions by split lines. Four hyphens make a divider - can use more but can't less!

Will there gotta be a truth?

Deny everything.

The criterion of right or wrong, the morality, ethic, or the name we call them, is of no sense.

The reality has just been tore apart.

Now forgot who you are.

You could be everything. Filling in the corner of darkness. Feel it, light is always there, from the underground tunnels to the galaxy.

Trillions of years ago, the universe was void. Now it is flowing smoothly. Count down from five. Listen to the background voice. Speak to nobody. Nothing happened. Perhaps a leaf fell from its mother tree. Someone just died. Nature destructed a bunch of artifacts. Sentient beings are crying. But you didn't hear them. Tomorrow will be a brand new start.

Hang a clock in front of you. Ticking, you set the hands back, forming juggles.

Good morning. No, no one is laughing but you can grim to the sun. View them under the veil of skins. Existence is intangible.

Night. One in a thousand is counting stars. Red, blue, gold. Kids do not understand the meaning of corpses.

One in a thousand chose to refresh. Cosmos are in unison. Every trivial differs. A good chorus enjoys it.

That daylights are for GOC, twilights are for the Foundation, and nights are for us.

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