Rise Of A New
There
in the dark seacave, casting shadows on the rockwall sits a man. weak and thin like the flames dancing red by the fire. grey like the skys above him,
old.
old.
his name and life forgotten. he has words in his head that isnt his.
he has visions of the dark,
going blind to the world of the existant.
reaching further and further into the darnkess, the pain and forgetting more and more about the world around him, he is transforming,
he has visions of the dark,
going blind to the world of the existant.
reaching further and further into the darnkess, the pain and forgetting more and more about the world around him, he is transforming,
becoming
the black
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