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The extinction of the dead.
A ghost arose from the smoke. I however burned no wood nor lit any tobacco. It apperaed disoriented while it shoke, his face whiter than that of eyes. “Please release another azoic! I have lingered for so long.” The hollowed eyesockets bor nothing abilitating him to see. I however felt that two eyes pierced through my ownand stared directly into my soul. It caught that sleep or rest had escaped me for so long. “When you release us you gain the task that was needed for us to depart. You cannot slee[ until you have fulfilled them all. Why do you do it” This apparition pined for answers. Sleep is a waste of time I reply. Think of it this way, when human kind becomes becomes extinct many lost souls will have unfinished business. There will be no way for them to move on. Even after extinction the race will exist. If I take on all of their burdens I will be alone. In time all of the jobs will be finished and I will be able to jump place to place. Silence truly is golden. “I promised he I would never sleep with another woman in either of our natural lives.” I accept your burden.
My drive was low anyways.
