Life is so fragile. So simple to break and mend. Like a whisper of possibilities.

Possibilities that come and go that are just a small chance that something might happen. A chance so small that a simple whisper can drown it into a chasm or build it into a mountain. A possibility of hope that might one day save the world from burning itself to nothingness.

…And yet that whisper is so silent it cant be heard.

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