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This torpidity is killing me, yet I might see a way out. Is it too much to pin all hope to one metamorphasis, which I cannot even believe possible anyway? Yet I hope it is. All thoughts to focus are simply scattered, can somafera prevent such scattering? I'm afraid to ask, my mild apprehension exacerbated into mindnumbing hysteria. Which, in a pecularly circular manner, restores hope in the somafera for release. My experiences nearly mirror Waylands. But to accomplish it in time? I'll almost assuredly rush in over my head, but is that not the very essence of the gangr?
Tonight, I'll try the old fashioned way.
Tonight, I'll try the old fashioned way.