Two Eyes Cenote Sending out an SOS

he had been something before he became nothing again. so it goes, forevermore.

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darkness reigned supreme over the ancient, bubbling mass. cells gathered and divided in their predetermined, unconscious dance. time marched on, unflinching.

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one unlinked spirit seared through the miasma. like a bright, wicked spear it pierced down through the heavens where it had come to mingle with the eyes of god. 

the boy's mouth parted in silence as the ancient spirit claimed his unborn form, feeble limbs extended meaninglessly against the membrane that contained him. he was atom. he was adam. he was ancestor. he was the life cycle. he was life itself.

tremors so great they shook his whole being forced him into the darkness of the open world.

he was everything, he was nothing.

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then soon, he was breath.