She stayed up all night searching for the place where time passes without the burden of instants. She rifled through scientific journals and books of poetry searching for answers-- God, maybe. Purpose, certainly. The iron curtain was held up by a tower of amphetamines and Infinity made a brief appearance, a hallucinatory taste of immortality brushing across chapped lips before retracting her offer, looking timid but defiant as she tipped the hourglass.
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