Halo guards leave you, black ether embraces you. The seed under the frost, gathering slaves and tears. Heart-shaped seed, chambers full of anguish. Wasteland of altruism, potential for the catharsis. Rambling through these days like hanging with the ravens, like gazing to my own grave and seeing the emptiness. Mysterious... So bewitching... Myriad of colours... When has pain taken a so beautiful form?
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