A lifeless light surrounds us each night. Never could I imagine that something so luminous could feel so dark. It's this glow that reminds us of the dreamless existence we've been sentenced to. Now this city is full of dry eyes caught in a trance of obedience, devoid of any trace of an identity. Such a curious sight, to see bright eyes strangled by the darkness.

luminous beings are we, not this crude matter

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