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Self-destructive reality, again

Part 1:
    An infinite being died. It floated through nothing. The corpse slowly rotting. Its blood was time. Its flesh was space. Universes bubbled from skin. New life arose inside. The universes had power. Some more than others. The life evolved. The life ventured continents. The life ventured planets. The life ventured stars. The life ventures universes. Then It became selfish. It life sought power. Grand empires were built. Empires spanning the multiverse. Empires controlled by warlords. Their power was godlike. Their greed was insatiable. Their mutual hatred, fiery. One warlord was Ygadle. Ygadle built a machine. The machine could rejuvenate. It was big. It was powerful. It was feared. Ygadle would conquer everything. Other warlords teamed up. A great siege happened. Ygadle fell. The warlords still fought. They wanted the machine. The war waged on. Epoch after epoch passed. Warlord after warlord fell. Finally, only one remained. Glthmir was his name. Glthmir now ruled everything. All reality was his. The people worshiped him. He activated the machine. Everyone was in suspense. The machine rejuvenated. Glthmir gained unimaginable power! The machine kept rejuvenating. The rotted god stirred. The people became panicked. Glthmir sat, horrified. Universes un-bubbled into skin. Time flowed into veins. Reality folded into life. The god revived. The corpse sustained life. The rot catalyzed existence. Without it, all perished. All history was lost. All culture was lost. Everything that had been. It was gone. The god wasn't aware. The god carried on.

Part 2:
    If I were to metagame this question, giving the answer I think my teacher would want instead of my own opinion, I would say that neither is more important. Though, to bare my soul for a second, I honestly prefer shorter sentences. Not four-words short, that was a nightmare, but short enough that I can still understand what's going on. The more add-ons and tangents added to a sentence, the more I forget what's going on or what the subject is. It feels like a bridge, with the periods as supports. If they're too far apart, the whole thing will collapse under its own weight. 
    However, despite personal taste, I recognize that both are required to have sufficiently varied writing. From reading the notes, they seem to be best used to contrast eachother.


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