...Streams flowed...
Led straying through the roots, bones and rotten moss...
I felt the fingers of the dead by feet sink deeper, every step, they whipped by fear ...
Arising barriers to clarity and coldness...
Purification path towards abysmal river...
Streaming it fed the roots eternally...
I come, the source at hand - where blood is mixed with ash...
What's waiting for me?...
Shall I return?...
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