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I often find myself in a small, crystalline room when I lose touch with reality. The simple stimulus of my eyelids coming together rushes me with the cold air of my private cave. It is here where I can invoke the solitary power of my identitity, here where my body is music. The frost here thaws my mind, and I am god.

I suspect that if anyone were to penetrate the intangible crystal walls, the room itself would shatter; I would be left defenseless under the burning sky. My power here is so intertwined with solitude that whatever breaches one cannot but ruin both. Do not ask me why I would welcome anyone to this holy place. Your coming here would undoubtedly violate every ounce of my privacy, but somehow I welcome you. Kill me it may; I want nothing more than to share this place with you.

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