raw genetic data

All the mistakes you ever made fall like leaves and rot in God’s dark earth until, after time and regret and a winter of festering, it all becomes black, barren soil.

true form

All the greatest things you have done, with those of all the masters, are little purple berries on the end of bare branches that songbirds come and eat.

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