Static silence. All that remains and comforts me now, is the absence of sounds. The days of the Plateau are gone, at least for me. The forums of free thinking and the haven of unrestricted unity are now gone for me at least. But the others, the ones on the outside fear the Plateau, they say you get lost . . . it is how I found myself. When the voices of a commonality join together, when they all mesh beyond recognition and all seems hopeless, like you are about to forcibly be submitted to the mass that is the Plateau, that is when you find your voice.
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