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The base essence of expression is a literal re-creation of memory. I am an idea, every aspect of my self is a derivative of the consequences of my thoughts. Never can I define my truth, in turn what can be realized becomes infinite. Ultimately I am unable to comprehend the self. This is why I present this elaborate confusion, a steadfast dedication to aloofness. A wanderer, who is obsessed with information. An impulsive and charming personality, whom incites the passion of others by the clarity of his insights. The wellspring of creation and chaos refined into a harmony that reminds one of before the days of time began. I am the breath of the maelstrom.
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