You, of course, think I am blinded by madness when I speak of voices. You imagine I mean those voices drawn to evil, those that bend their masters toward acts of cruelty. You are sorely mistaken, my friend. I speak of the voices of the goddess of creativity — voices that have conjured thousands of worlds before my eyes, so that I might behold them and marvel at their exquisite details.
Someone told me that even sea slugs can learn to write, so here I am, writing my time away.
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