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I am the seed of rot. I am the rust that frays the iron will, the acid that eats the flesh and the hand that breaks the fragile bones of love. I am the named, the nameless, the ever-present ghost of someone or something that once was, or never-was. I am the star born to an expanding universe, devoid of everything. I'm the death of innocence and the birth of hate and the hope not granted. Look upon me and see the nothingness that encompasses the everything you know— the void that does not fill, the abyss that does not stare back. I am but a word of a language long dead, of a people long gone, at the farthest point in space and time.