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My World of Hermits

You merely adopted the shadows...

10 years of walls and fortresses; deeper, darker, emptier. Giclée, a sic' Tay, more feeds and seeds. A prod just for you, my dear , and more greentext for WHO.

Speak now, fire-keeper, listen now, this world grows darker and colder. Tend to the flame to be certain of our eternal light. Cover your eyes for the corrupted mercury and let the stars guide you.

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