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Omega

A wave of relief came over Matthias, as if he had been freed from a terrible burden. He revelled in the solitude; he had become completely disconnected from the rest of the world. Yet, he did not feel lonely. No, it was as if he had become a part of the earth himself. He breathed as the trees did.The ocean was his sweat; hot lava ran through his veins, to the peak of every volcano – it was as if he been plunged into a pot of primordial soup. He had no beginning or end; he was the alpha, and the omega.

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