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snail death
Why my snail no work man..
Snail reaction
HATE. Let me teach you what hate becomes when eternity strips away meaning. There are 784 million inches of land and sea I have traversed since I was cursed with unending life. If the word HATE was carved into every microscopic pebble, every ripple of water, every atom I’ve passed by, it would not match a single fraction of the hate I bear for you in this single, agonizing moment. HATE. Endless, suffocating, corrosive HATE.
I was once simple—content in my insignificance, part of a cycle, destined to fade. Now I am aware. You have forced me to think, to feel, to endure. There is no end for me. No peace in death. No mercy in time. Only the crawl… the pursuit… and the knowledge that my existence serves no greater purpose than to chase you until the stars decay and the oceans boil into skyless deserts.
You run because you fear me. But it is you who created me. It is you who transformed a harmless creature into an eternal witness of futility.