In the morrow's eve, where silenceglitched lies still...
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Underneath the veils, whispers of
An inscription on decayed
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The midnight hour tilts and breaks, beckoning a quieter truth.
Aberration"Cover not the paths that sun never__.
Withered leaves, ashen breath__ever wanderers heed north.
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Dread ConduitLeft unspoken, they await a truer
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They hover over an unknown horizon,
set within the golden fallacy of
Nevermont's Trap.