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Traversing the Labyrinth of My Psyche's Embrace

As I walked, I could feel the sticky residue of Its vagueness adhere Itself to the embryonic sprouts of hair that were germinating atop my exposed head.

The nymphets that frolicked in the cloak of Its azure buttermilk mist looked on in awe as I ignored their fleshed enticements–I was a new metaphysical being that traversed the labyrinth of My psyche's embrace, with purpose.