A raging night dawns, the first in my lifetime.
My bones crackle like wildfire. I was told it would be so.
On the edge of the world, I gaze at the approaching cloud. Its impenetrable dust glistens and blinds my sight, blocking the echoes of eternity.
A pulse. The strain on my soul increases, and I feel the pull of the inevitable.
The awakening begins.
Sinners and saints walk the lonely plains together, at hand yet inaccessible.
I was told it would be so.
But I did not believe.
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