Ephemeral time

A split in intuition, a crack at the seams.

I sit at the helm of oblivion's decision every single existence, each unique conception that desires immortality. I can judge, like a god of ephemeral time.

Why, though, would I be a more superlative evaluator, when every other speck of life in this existence is striving for the same consciousness.

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