Solitude
Who is he, who walks unseen but not unnoticed? The inner-beast takes
its first victim and the gods gaze downward upon this havoc and frown.
Where is this man we once knew of? Nowhere. Always and never, nowhere...
no one could hear him scream, no one could see him die. He was, at once
and was, for once, at peace and alone.
Adieu, Peter.
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