Not a body to bury. Not a soul to mourn. Just a blinking cursor where their consciousness used to be. A god with a delete button, and Ife was nothing more than an error in his perfect paradise.
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Not a body to bury. Not a soul to mourn. Just a blinking cursor where their consciousness used to be. A god with a delete button, and Ife was nothing more than an error in his perfect paradise.