a god once looked up at the night sky. he thought it was too plain, too empty. so he took his brush. he made the sky his canvas. scattering stars across the darkness. small dots of bright light. adding swirling galaxies of radiance. adding color to the blank expanse of space. he looked at his artwork. something was missing just then, the tinkling of bells reached his ears. an idea forms. he paints. and he is done, satisfied. May the weak survive and learn to live.
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