[KWAI] Fap's Angels

Ere, Before even the mist fell upon the vaunted peaks of that most auspicious vista of human experience, We Few dared to glimpse into our past. As we gazed at which only our Soul can truly comprehend, the vast entirety of being arose underneath our worn and weary feet. Feeling as though we exist not in the present, nor past, or future, but in time immemorial. Language has no meaning in the empty reaches of time. Emotion has no feeling upon the altar of the Gods. All sensation is as one. Whence we sought our return we found that it was not we few who dared, but time itself that imposed its incomprehensible bounty on our feathered brow. With no means of respite from the clutches of infinity we acted as only one who has experienced both the nothingness and totality of existence can. We Danced