At some point in every adventure there comes a moment when all the uniqueness that was dissipates. The bright shiny newness of everything rusts and turns the color of sun-burnished copper. It is at this point that time stands still, days will pass is minutes; months are gone in a matter of hours. What else can be said about such a time but that it becomes impossible to pull yourself from the black-hole which devours time, space, and potato crisps with reckless abandon? Afraid that at any moment someone will come along and at last switch on the light – the mortal enemy of black-holes – its hold on those unfortunate souls who came to its hiding place on a quest for nourishment is obliterated. That had been the state of things for these past minutes and hours. Now, looking back on the time that truly has pressed forward, the lone traveler, who once sought after a quest, is left to retrace the lost steps that lead into the black-hole’s enticing trap in the first place. Let us know this time the way out can be found.
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