And then the Sky cracked

The creation revealed itself with a straight crack in the skies. For a moment, I transcended and became one with everything. I was part of everyone and everything and everything, everyone had a part of me. The next second the existential dread set in and the crack on the sky healed itself like a wound disappearing in a second with a magic touch. I was left alone on the balcony suspended in the loop of meaning and meaningless.
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