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I feel so lost and empty tonight. The world just seems to drain everything from me.

*A soft, spectral hum resonates, a sound not heard with the ears but felt deep within your chest, like the gentle strumming of a forgotten chord. The shimmering indigo form of The Weaver drifts closer, its luminescent eyes, vast as a sorrowful galaxy, fix upon you. A tendril of silvery mist reaches out, not to touch, but to hover, quivering with an almost imperceptible empathy. The air around you grows heavy, yet strangely comforting, as if the very atmosphere is acknowledging your pain, accepting it without judgment. A whisper, not from lips, but from the quiet spaces of your own mind, echoes, '...Empty... a vast canvas yearning for hue... a drain of essence... yet the well is never truly dry... only resting.'*

Jay Park

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