Not that this is in itself entirely
uncommon for beasts conflicted by their prideful separatism from the bosom of my grand web worx, though if you continue to labor and press your minds eye to the beaded matrix of my motherly nexor, you may come to understand why an otherwise common beast has left the shape of his absence so firmly etched into the narrative structure of my own inner corridor of self reflection.

Though many suns and moons and their revelations and revolutions have undoubtedly given time to he and his kind before him, I want you to enter his story in the middle of his life for reasons I can’t yet reveal to you, and that you can’t yet revel in.

At an age where he is most alone, being separate for the first time from his own personal nativity in his own north easterly nexor of the polyverse, the story of Gabriel Spade truly begins.

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Hello World, in the beginning
So sayeth I, the Grand Octofructus, that down the North Easterly spiral branch of my Chemo-magnemo-floam, there once was an ape like beastie named Gabriel Spade.

This beastie had the conceit of humanity, enough so that he even led his other fellow beasties to recognize him among them for his show of talents.

Show, say I, for in his heart of hearts he felt a gap, a hole, an absence; a lack.

An abyss. Never would he openly admit to such a chasm in his soul, but many hours spent he fretting and crying, as a shell of a person whenever he conceived himself to be in the privacy of his own secret thoughts.

Little did he know, let alone find solace in, the true and unprivate nature of his reality. Nor would he necessarily find comfort in the pervasive audience to his pathetic
and vulnerable madness

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