This story is about the eschatology of shadow puppets.

This story is about the eschatology of shadow puppets.

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This story explores the unique theme of eschatology through the lens of shadow puppetry, blending the notions of fate and existentialism within a creative narrative framework. The use of shadow puppets serves as a metaphor for the fleeting nature of life and the stories we tell, illustrating how these ephemeral creations reflect deeper truths about existence and the impending end of times.

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