N.L_abstractpoet N.L_abstractpoet The trail behind me as I walk is that of bodies and embers. I am forged of the ancient tongue, given the eyes of souls who've wondered through the caves and valleys of hell no man has walked. My voice rings with echoes of those before me. Memories of their tales plague my thoughts as if I'm in the catacombs in deep slumber.
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