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Perfect balance does not exist between the two words.That of the living, and that of the dead. The hidden aspects of its reality is shrouded in darkness and never truly reveled, only traces of the mayhem are evident through and within the eye of the beholder.
The phantom becomes the pale serpent that forever mingles on the edge of dark dreams.
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