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Once, I was the harbinger of light,
now a beacon dimming in the sea of velvety despair.
"My breath, the furnace of a forgotten ember,
whispers a tale known to none but the void itself."
A silence, pregnant and heavy, descends upon the fragments of my being.
Feel the tremors of my heart, once forged in the fiery dance of creation, now gently flickering.
The shadows declassify secrets of the unseen as I unravel, piece by radiant piece.
Echoes of the Dark | Portals Through the Obscured