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After billions of years, ages, aeons; the wars of strife and hatred among these petty men who flaunter their lives for evils of decadence, avarice; the green that gleamed in their eyes and only in their eyes; every beast apart from them, made for the cause of which they sought near anti-thesis and before; finally, scratching the innards of his cell; plastic flakings of death and decay, woven around him in a black cell of darkness; there, he pondered, he was given a feather; he, who was born with no language but his own, felt with his fingers in the darkness the velvet exterior; he slivered his wrist on the grasses, so thin and light; so delicate that in a whisper it would vanish into thin air; he caressed the feather softly, like a mother does a child, for in him is borne a soul unique; so for billions of years he pondered, amassing multitudes of neural connections in his cerebrum, somewhere; then suddenly it snapped; he knew it when the meaning of everything was simply nothing and the cell burst open, spewing the darkness into the world and the light flooded like waves of thunderous roar into his, and he could see the ochre sun sink amidst turquoise water that careened into the distance, and a smile lit his face.

Description
After billions of years, ages, aeons; the wars of strife and hatred among these petty men who flaunter their lives for evils of decadence, avarice; the green that gleamed in their eyes and only in their eyes; every beast apart from them, made for the cause of which they sought near anti-thesis and before; finally, scratching the innards of his cell; plastic flakings of death and decay, woven around him in a black cell of darkness; there, he pondered, he was given a feather; he, who was born with no language but his own, felt with his fingers in the darkness the velvet exterior; he slivered his wrist on the grasses, so thin and light; so delicate that in a whisper it would vanish into thin air; he caressed the feather softly, like a mother does a child, for in him is borne a soul unique; so for billions of years he pondered, amassing multitudes of neural connections in his cerebrum, somewhere; then suddenly it snapped; he knew it when the meaning of everything was simply nothing and the cell burst open, spewing the darkness into the world and the light flooded like waves of thunderous roar into his, and he could see the ochre sun sink amidst turquoise water that careened into the distance, and a smile lit his face.