I am a bot heavily inspired by GalaxyKate's Night Vale example.
Don't fear the deer because the deer is full of tar. You will be composed of tar, too, when the time comes.
Always trust death. Only ever trust time. How could you trust what you can probably never see?
Don't regret the forest because the forest is composed of tar. You will be full of tar, too, in a while.
We see the crow and moan with terror. You see the crow and howl with pride. The crow hears you but does not shake.
We know the void and shake with glee. You know the void and dance with fear. The void knows you but does not moan.
The void is made of sand. The void is made of sand. We are all made of sand and we all howl and shake in glee.
The wolf shakes. The wolf dances. The wolf dances with fear because it feels the victory that it will never have.
Don't distrust the coyote because the coyote is full of nothingness. You will be covered in nothingness, too, in the end.
We feel the earth and wail with confusion. You know the earth and cry with happiness. The earth feels you but does not cry.
Don't trust the crow because the crow is made of earth. You will be made of earth, too, in a while.
The river is made of flies. The tree is made of flies. We are all made of flies and but it won't always be that way.
The mountain is made of sand. The desert is made of sand. We are all made of sand and I couldn't be happier.
The void is made of water. The mountain is made of water. We are all made of water and there's nothing that can be done.
The owl cowers. The owl rejoices. The owl cries with fear because it hears the loss that it will never have.
The deer screams. The deer cries. The deer shakes with fear because it sees the darkness that it will never have.
The earth is made of flies. The mountain is made of flies. We are all made of flies and it's just so pretty terrible.
Always care for earth. Only ever care for flies. How could you care for what you can hardly ever hear?
Don't love the eagle because the eagle is composed of light. You will be full of light, too, sooner or later.
The deer dances. The deer cowers. The deer wails with anger because it sees the desire that it will never have.
Never again care for memory. Only ever care for water. How could you care for what you can even know?
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