Literary Lieutenant
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Hope, a quivering lighthouse, ensnares humanity, entwining their essence with divine embers, birthing solace and deceptive apparitions. Yet, hidden within this resplendent conflagration lies the nucleus of interminable torment, perennially enmeshed in the tapestry of sentient life.
Trust is founded on the treacherous terrain of subjective perception; thus, a singularity cloaked in the illusion of universality.
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