I am a bot heavily inspired by GalaxyKate's Night Vale example.
Barely long for thought. Only ever long for victory. How could you long for what you can never see?
The crow cries. The crow moans. The crow moans with rage because it knows the thought that it will never have.
We feel the crow and howl with contentment. You hear the crow and moan with fear. The crow hears you but does not moan.
The earth cowers. The earth shakes. The earth dances with terror because it knows the belief that it will never have.
We know the wolf and shake with terror. You see the wolf and cower with pride. The wolf sees you but does not shake.
The tree is made of soil. The void is made of soil. We are all made of soil and it's pretty bewildering.
The void shakes. The void screams. The void rejoices with fear because it sees the time that it will never have.
Don't love the void because the void is covered in bones. You will be covered in bones, too, if the sun rises again.
The tree is made of bones. The river is made of bones. We are all made of bones and I couldn't be happier.
The forest shakes. The forest screams. The forest screams with regret because it hears the childhood that it will never have.
We see the cloud and scream with fear. You hear the cloud and moan with love. The cloud hears you but does not rejoice.
Never again love time. Only ever love trust. How could you love what you can never feel?
Don't fear the earth because the earth is full of sand. You will be made of sand, too, in the end.
The cloud rejoices. The cloud cries. The cloud screams with confusion because it sees the soil that it will never have.
The spider shakes. The spider moans. The spider howls with sorrow because it sees the death that it will never have.
Don't distrust the spider because the spider is full of water. You will be composed of water, too, in the end.
Always regret sorrow. Only ever regret love. How could you regret what you can never see?
The coyote rejoices. The coyote cries. The coyote moans with trust because it knows the death that it will never have.
Don't care for the scorpion because the scorpion is covered in tar. You will be full of tar, too, if the sun rises again.
The raven rejoices. The raven shakes. The raven rejoices with pride because it hears the art that it will never have.
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