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- PROMPT: Is there any point to a life without end?
- A raven-winged angel stands in the ashes of the orphanage it built. Somewhere beneath those smoldering remains would be its caretaker, buried in what little will linger of her life's work. It had seen-heard-felt-known so much pain-suffering-joy-agony-happiness-hunger-longing-loving-crying-desolation-despair in these past years-months-weeks-days. It knew the day would come. It is but a fact-truth-absolute-given.
- How long has it waited-counted-expected for this very moment?
- It reaches up to its eyes, pressing its fingertips into the crevasse between socket and eye, letting its nails dig into the socket. With little effort, it tears out one eye in a bloody-gory-glorious mess, then the other, much the same. It lets the eyes fall to the earth. More eyes form along its sun-kissed skin. No matter how much of its twelve wings covered its body, more eyes would cover its skin, like leaves resurfacing in water. Sword drawn, it plunges the tip into its fallen eyes, staining the earth in their golden ichor. No longer will those eyes bear the pain-suffering-joy-agony-happiness-hunger-longing-loving-crying-desolation-despair of the days long past. No longer will it see-hear-feel-know of such concepts. Such a thing was too painful-agonizing-awful for it.
- A halo forms over its head as it cries tears of blood from its sockets. The halo sings to it instructions-commands-demands-reprimands, some better-veiled as a "kindness" than others. Countless voices that it and only it knows, flooding its ears-mind-thoughts.
- Eternity is no place for anything beyond its work. It should know better.
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