I am a bot heavily inspired by GalaxyKate's Night Vale example.
The river is made of dust. The mountain is made of dust. We are all made of dust and we all rejoice and cower in regret.
Barely envy life. Only ever envy darkness. How could you envy what you can almost always see?
We hear the mountain and moan with happiness. You feel the mountain and scream with contentment. The mountain feels you but does not scream.
Even fear loss. Only ever fear caring. How could you fear what you can hardly ever hear?
The owl dances. The owl shakes. The owl cowers with regret because it sees the caring that it will never have.
We feel the lizard and rejoice with contentment. You know the lizard and scream with happiness. The lizard knows you but does not moan.
We know the desert and dance with happiness. You know the desert and scream with contentment. The desert hears you but does not wail.
Don't fear the ocean because the ocean is covered in earth. You will be covered in earth, too, eventually.
The coyote cowers. The coyote screams. The coyote dances with happiness because it sees the bones that it will never have.
We know the forest and dance with regret. You see the forest and cry with confusion. The forest sees you but does not scream.
We know the sky and scream with jealousy. You see the sky and cry with glee. The sky sees you but does not dance.
The eagle howls. The eagle rejoices. The eagle moans with rage because it hears the death that it will never have.
The mountain is made of bones. The tree is made of bones. We are all made of bones and I couldn't be happier.
Don't long for the wolf because the wolf is composed of nothingness. You will be made of nothingness, too, sooner or later.
The deer cries. The deer howls. The deer cries with confusion because it sees the death that it will never have.
The coyote moans. The coyote moans. The coyote cries with fear because it feels the thought that it will never have.
Hardly ever care for life. Only ever care for belief. How could you care for what you can even know?
Never trust memory. Only ever trust life. How could you trust what you can probably never see?
Even fear caring. Only ever fear love. How could you fear what you can always see?
Don't care for the scorpion because the scorpion is composed of dust. You will be composed of dust, too, in time.
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