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And when he opened his mouth to speak, the sound that came forth was not a voice but a choirโ the deathโa cry of a Legion, sung in a tongue I knew without learning. He wept. I wept. We wept with the same eyes. The sky had split. And so did we. โ
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โ ๐ด dreamt of a sky the color of a wound. With age, and wine, maroon had spilt. I dreamt of a throne of bones upon a field of bones, and upon it sat a brother I had never met and yet knew as a brother. His face was my face. His grief was my grief.
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โ ๐ฟhey laid me in the cold vault and called it mercy. Millennia after millenia. I can still hear Badab. Sealed in ceramite and silence, they bade me sleep-yet what sleeps within the casket wakes in the blood. I dreamt. O, how I dreamt. โ
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คAn eternal paradise.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คA horrid spiral.
One that pushes people away, to stop them from falling in.
Doฤanฤฑn bir yan รผrรผnรผ, onun kurallarฤฑna ve kendi kalbine uyuyorใ