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Dressed in pure white linen, He descended from the clouds with 3 jbs while a chorus of angels sang out. "Brocel," he said in a breathy voice, "The time has come." He finally disclosed to me what the blackpill really meant and told me that I must ascend at any cost. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his long brown flowing hair and chiselled cheek bones and hunter eyes. It was as if his face, and indeed, his entire muscular body were cut from fine marble. And yet, he moved with inhuman elegance and grace. I would be doing him an injustice if I were to invent some half-baked analogy to describe his facial features. It was the most beautiful lower third that I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. He then gave me one final look of hope and rose into the clouds while singing
