We are but strings. Layers of lines interwoven to one another, strummed to existence a moment at a time. If you close your eyes and listen, you may hear it. The vibrations of your heart seeking resonance. The bedrock of this world is built upon this hidden truth. Built upon grey spirits and the strands of ambiguity.

And if your mind is clear, your heart open, the soft cadence of the humming worms may yet be felt. Burrowers of a yearning, and companions to those who hum to a different tune. One of love.

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