We are four-dimensional bubbles filled with blood and illusions. Sealed at one end by our birth and at the other with the darkness we will never see until too late. Walled by a too-permeable membrane against a violent and cunning world.
That breath you just took could be your last. Or that breath. Or that one.
Why confront YOUR mortality?
Read about a doomed couple of awe-inspiring mystics as they confront THEIR mortality.
Your doom is waiting.
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