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Passing by streams consumed to nothing by the suns personal grudge, we walk hand in hand towards a destination of utopia. our daily masks of indifference have been shed for this speical occasion. step by step our arrival grows ever nearer. hilltops overlooked with a passing eye, plants and flowers diminished from a lack of love. left in the open, to be ever forgotten. our spirits merge like clouds on a blue sky. what we have here today is beautiful. it's fucking magical. alone we are nothing, but together we can conquer anything. so here we are. we trudge through mud, the lone butterfly fluttering between us, displaying its wings so encompassed by beauty. compared to us together, it is but the blackest of beasts. lacking but a step or two our destination nears visibility. mist from clouds shunned by a sky far too dark to be natural, dampens our clothes and bites through us with icy coolness. the summit of our journey, reveals our land of bliss. but our eyes are closed. and we havent moved an inch all day. our bliss is here. in each others arms, with love, nothing matters. the world will fall apart around us. and we will fall with it. but we will fall together, and in that, lies the greatest form of ecstacy.