QUESTION ETERNITY Are living planets so unstable, driven alone to self-consume with humanoid infection, their life and death dilemmas resolving themselves in rank oblivion - or do guilty, anguished souls wander through barren wastes, moaning on miasmal winds for some miraculous return of sacred, irreplaceable gifts, Manhandled to extinction, vainly searching for a way to nevertheless begin again?

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