How aimless the nights I live now seem, though they are no more aimless than those nights were. The difference is that those nights seemed rich with potential, full of promise of what might be. The nights now promise only dullness, and a vague potential for some unforeseen disaster. The wind then made the strewn city lights twinkle from the valleys and hills of Los Angeles, beacons of exciting possibilities. The wind tonight rustles the unseen leaves and passes into dark emptiness. The age has changed, and I have changed with it. I will go nowhere, unless I travel in dreams, and even then I will not remember. Life has become a long, slow forgetting, a fading into that dark emptiness that draws the wind. I'll be pulled along, like a ghost ship that vanished at sea long ago. At least that's what the wind tells me.
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Reset Four, Day Three
How aimless the nights I live now seem, though they are no more aimless than those nights were. The difference is that those nights seemed rich with potential, full of promise of what might be. The nights now promise only dullness, and a vague potential for some unforeseen disaster. The wind then made the strewn city lights twinkle from the valleys and hills of Los Angeles, beacons of exciting possibilities. The wind tonight rustles the unseen leaves and passes into dark emptiness. The age has changed, and I have changed with it. I will go nowhere, unless I travel in dreams, and even then I will not remember. Life has become a long, slow forgetting, a fading into that dark emptiness that draws the wind. I'll be pulled along, like a ghost ship that vanished at sea long ago. At least that's what the wind tells me.
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