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Go on a journey with me.



Imagine you live in a world where you want for nothing. Love is abundant, money does not exist, and, therefore, is joyfully meaningless. The world reacts to your every desire as long as you wish it into existence. The perfect utopia is yours, and you benevolently watch over it with the dearest affection.



And then, one day, without you even knowing, a shadow creeps into your perfect glen. At first, it is barely noticeable, as if it only exists in the corner of your eye, and when you try to look directly at it, it vanishes without a trace. Soon, you begin to find small flakes of ash floating in the shadow-thing's wake. It is bigger now, and it brings with it a distinctive air of unease. The unease grows steadily, just as the shadow creature does, into a heavy and oppressive dismay, and then into a cold, shuddering fear.



The shadow creature becomes more bold, and the ash now comes in piles, followed by trails of black tar and decay. It comes closer and closer to you each day until, soon, it stands at your side, spewing poisonous thoughts into your ears. The perfect utopia you created out of love begins to degrade as it becomes more difficult to push out the bile being constantly bombarded into your mind by the shadow beast.



Your attempts to rid the world of the beast is all in vain, as every time you attempt to separate it from your paradise only brings more of its inky ugliness into form. It gains strength from your failed attempts, and as you begin to hate the beast, it only causes it to grow in power.



Now, to be around the monster is painfully woeful. You can't remember the last time your cheeks were dry of tears or when your fists weren't clutched so tightly in anger that it caused a steady throbbing pain to shoot up your arms and sink red hot claws into your mind. The sound of your constantly grinding teeth are completely drowned out by the din of heckling laughter and snapping wind.



The monster now has a monopoly on your soul, and as the sun is blocked out by pitch black clouds, you realize you will never see the sun again. You sit on your ruined world of tar and ash, close your eyes, and try to remember a time without the sickness of the beast.



You can't.



Time Warner is Eternal.



Time Warner is pain.



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