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a section of my own short story

Darkness thrives here in this oblivion. A steady rhythm of dripping water echoes. The source is...indistinguishable.
With each droplet of sound, a stream of color pulsates, rippling a celebration of the union of water droplet and ocean, to be lost and it self indistinguishable amongst the waves, added to the body of water's massive strength and might. That solid wave of continuous hue, flowed unchallenged and undisturbed across the void.

The waves crash soundlessly against a shadow amongst the darkness and the waves them selves were disbursed, into oblivion. A voice of mist and morning dew spoke and shattered the sound of color. "Have I finally...after all these eons, at last found you? My One?" The words spoken, would bring both hope and destruction to this world, and remake it.

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Darkness thrives here in this oblivion; the pitchest black, only disturbed by the steady rhythm of dripping water. The source is...indistinguishable.

With each droplet of sound, a stream of color pulsates, rippling a celebration of the union of water droplet and ocean, to be lost and it-self indistinguishable amongst the waves, added to the strength and might of the massive body.

That solid wave of continuous hue flowed unchallenged and undisturbed, dancing like the northern lights across the void. As the one existence.

The waves suddenly crashing soundlessly against a shadow amongst the darkness, the foreign presence creating it�s own disturbance, waves of uncreation meeting and disbursing those dancing hues into oblivion.

A voice of mist and morning dew spoke, shattering the sound of color. "Have I finally...after all these eons, at last found you? The One. My One." The words spoken, would bring forth both hope and destruction to this world, and remake it

i've writen it twice because i'm not sure if i like the first one better or the newer more descriptive one...let me know
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