In the vast expanse of human existence, there exists an infinite void that stares us in the face, beckoning us with its unforgiving silence.
As we stand at the edge of this void, the wind whispers secrets in our ears, telling us that we're just a fleeting thought in the grand tapestry of time, and that our accomplishments are but mere whispers in the wind.
We're not sure if we'll find meaning in this void, but we're willing to take the leap, because, well, what else do we have to lose, really?
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