Unum Oppositorum Her stare was as cold as ice, even though her eyes were red. Her soul was opaque, but inside it burned more fire than hell contained. Although she said nothing at all, she spoke the loudest. Her mind seemed vacuous, but it possessed more thoughts and intelligence than the stars held by the universe. Who is she? She is me. I am her. We are one. We are none. We are all. What do we hold? Everything and nothing. Fear and joy are one inside us. What are we? We are, and we are not. Our end is our beginning, and our beginning? Well, our beginning is our end.
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