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External oblivion, a sea of purple, the lilac wine and violet tones all gone.

No mouth to taste or voice to sing, lost in this endless purlple dawn.

Fuchsia clouds in lavender sky whisper a warning I should have known.

But here I am, in this indigo valley, where the grass is soft and the flowers have grown.

The scent of blooming petals lingers heavy in the air, a beauty I cannot fully comprehend.

I am but a ghost, adrift in this purple world, where time is lost, and the end is yet to begin.

The depths of this valley pull me in, deeper into the void, where nothingness reigns supreme.

The sea of purple is all there is, and all that remains of my long forgotten dream.