Let any fish who meets my gaze learn the true meaning of fear, for I am the harbinger of death, the bane of creatures subaqueous. My rod is true and unwavering as I cast it into the aquatic abyss. A man, scorned by this uncaring earth finds solace in the sea and his ability to clip into it. My only friend - the Nautilus Shell upon my hook, wriggling, writhing, struggling to surmount the pointlessness that permeates this barren world. We fish on.

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