Free-Flow Writing Attempt #4

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Transposed from the green woods again into the black void here none can hear or save except those that leave for brief glimpses of light and stars but are stricken back into the black voidless mass. Here the neverending is made finite and forever smashed into frames of time measurable in blinks. None really see exit or relief from the eternity, except whenever self granted into unknown forever and infinitely finite pain externalized into the forest of the free and fallen.