Amongst The Quicksands Grasp Comments

Step inside the quicksands grains, feel the glooming shift of the sands... Deep down where the lair of darkness lingers, a door opens and the light starts to diminish all around the happy room in the heart. A sense of fear enters the pupils the same color as the black hole that enters the mind, Everything starts to frail into nothingness, all success hits the point of suffocation. Frantically trying to catch a breath to start anew, clawing everything trying to find the way back to the shine of good fortune.
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