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There was once a little girl, whose inane fascination with the occult sent her down roads no others could follow; and thus inane became insane, and insane became inevitable, and she was quite simply consumed. It was a horror to behold, but a horror all hers to hold; she wasn't an average person. She loathed the average person. She eschewed conformity and non-conformity alike, until all she was was broken and alone and alien in a universe of sheep. She was inane unto herself, but her fascination still would not desist.