"Life", they say, "is complicated".
They have no idea.
It’s got it in for you. Scheming. Plotting. Laying traps, covering it’s traces.
There’s no simple straight line from “A” to “B”, oh no. Follow any trace of life and it branches, twists, turns, ducks and weaves. It tries to throw you off the scent but then comes back to get you, beckoning with a tendril-like finger. It hides under camouflage, plays dead, but sneaks out when your back is turned. Don’t believe it, don’t trust anything it says.
Don’t turn your back. Don’t even blink.
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