It has dead eyes. I exploit it's mind, and through amalgamation, a purified affinity is achieved. But, the only product is further refined stoicism. Lanky and pale in figure, it has an emission of not only confidence, but beauty. The affinity reached is that of possibility, yes, but hope to never transcend and attain such a level of oneness. As a result of the defined amalgamation is a certain conflation and confusion of this entity thus now born.
My idle hands have a weakness for it.
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