Some people think it's simple. Life. Death. You live then you die then you spend your life in heaven. Or hell. But what if you lived forever? Never aging or dieing. Always here. All knowing. It's like living in a lie. Don't make friends. They'll die on you. Don't stay in one place. People will see that you don't change. Don't fall in love. It will all end in pain. I would know. I have been here since 1657. People... things like me are accidents. Mistakes. When the lies of the universe all slide in and collapse into each other, something like me is made. Something to keep all the secrets away from anyones reach. To protect them with a life that can't be taken away...
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