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Maybe by some sublime miracle it is alive, Death, and it takes us into its arms, and it is no vampire, this thing, it is the very personification of the heavens.
And we rise up and up into the stars with it. We go past the angels and the saints, past illumination itself and into the divine darkness, into the void, as we pass out of existence.
In oblivion we are forgiven for all things. "From The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice."
And we rise up and up into the stars with it. We go past the angels and the saints, past illumination itself and into the divine darkness, into the void, as we pass out of existence.
In oblivion we are forgiven for all things. "From The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice."