He wanders the open expanses of the world, slowly walking through forests, through deserts, and through fields with his dark automatous legs. He wanders with a body of void and no face to convey emotion. He wanders past a town with sounds of clanking machinery, chatty voices, and cries of pain. But when he reaches the sea he stops and he stares out at the expanse of swirling emotions full of life and death. He stares, himself a small puddle inside of an empty husk, but It is just barely large enough to feel a tight sense of longing.

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  I wish that I did not struggle to be as empty as he is.