When I was younger I always wondered what purpose things had. Plants, for example. What do they live for? Just to reproduce? That got me thinking - what is our purpose in this land? Are we similar to plants, living just for the next generation? Or perhaps we live to die? Or to protect the world, or even destroy it? I still don't know the answer, but I do know one thing. I have you, Sparks. I have you.
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