We are all one. This world has existed before. Then it was destroyed. Then it existed again. Then it was destroyed. The third time around, a miracle happened. All the world became one. Land, water sky and life merged together. Pangaea. For a thousand years it was. Pangaea. a being that can not be described. A state of mind. A story of romance. It was the beginning and the end. God's ultimate creation. For a thousand years it was, and a thousand years ago, it was no longer. Beauty was always meant to be fleeting. It strikes like a thunderbolt and then disappears, leaving behind legions of believers. Such is the will of God. A thousand years is but a drop in the ocean of His realm. But again, fleeting and temporary as it was. It was magnificent. Stories could be told of it. Words can attempt to describe it. poems and ballads. It all pales to capture it. The only thing that can come close is the romance of a longing heart. Hermits have been telling its story ever since. They wou
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