A lonely planet in a slow death journey.
The fire dwelled beneath his surface.
No rainfall in his sky, no oceans emerged from his deep valleys, and no living creatures bared his darkness.
What planet are you talking about, dear?
Is it Mars or Neptune?
It is me, darling, I was born without gravity, without perspective, far from any solar system.
I murdered my lovers and worshiped my enemies; I planted chaos under my footsteps, and I wandered among the living to consume.

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