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Helpless, formless. I couldn't see the sky.

Burdened by gravity from where stars go to die.

Breathless, asthmatic. broke by the weight.

You should have seen the look on my face.

Everything was miles above me.

Surrounded by The Shouting Eye.

Painfully bright. Nothing but white.

Mouths full of light. they were carving bones into knives.

Stupid and blind. Smiling and high.