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A time that once was burning in depths, a time that withered the mind. Being venomous, blood, on a purified soil. Night on the edge of the day. Beholding the rising, beholding these paths. A new aeon. Reaching the way out, away, without finding it. Beholding the dance of shadows. In the cold nest of plague that spreads warmness into me. |
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