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The narcotic sensation of existence striped life to the core, sitting it down for the world to see.
It told of experience, and to those not yet required in humanity, it told of power.
But the illusion, now unveiled, struck horror in mankind.
It was too quick for denial to replace fantasy, and to those whose eyes now opened on an opaque night, suicide finally beckoned.
They realized then that Judgment Day was apon them, for in all itís glories, the mask on reality is our only savior from ourselves.