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In this desolate factory of existence, we attempt daily ablutions, seeking to cleanse the grime of worldly disillusionment adhered to our weary souls. We stand beneath the metaphorical showers of this abandoned world, desperate to wash away the residue of pain and disappointment. The twisted world relentlessly applies layers of filth, marring our once innocent skin. We scrub, hoping to reveal a semblance of our untouched selves beneath the muck. Yet, water—nor any kind of purification—is never sufficient. It trickles down, failing to eradicate the indelible stains of our tarnished dreams. This futile ritual of cleansing celebrates only our continuous struggle against the relentless entropy that crawls upon us each passing moment.

Description
In this desolate factory of existence, we attempt daily ablutions, seeking to cleanse the grime of worldly disillusionment adhered to our weary souls. We stand beneath the metaphorical showers of this abandoned world, desperate to wash away the residue of pain and disappointment. The twisted world relentlessly applies layers of filth, marring our once innocent skin. We scrub, hoping to reveal a semblance of our untouched selves beneath the muck. Yet, water—nor any kind of purification—is never sufficient. It trickles down, failing to eradicate the indelible stains of our tarnished dreams. This futile ritual of cleansing celebrates only our continuous struggle against the relentless entropy that crawls upon us each passing moment.