Summer Haze

The blistering heat,

Sun blinding,

Time feverishly escaping.

 

Most escape,

Seeking pleasure in the chaos,

Embracing the hell they call paradise.

 

Few endure,

Cores rotting in the inferno,

Psyche undergoing metamorphosis.

 

Adaptation,

Evolution,

Seasons change.

 

Summer haze no more,

Balance now corrupt,

Fate stole the spoils of time...

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