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Crying out into the depths of a starless sky. People blinded by false hopes and idol. Our yearning for words beyond will never end. But we come to think we need not the sounds of stars to guide us.
It is in this, that the stars begin to die.
Were you to seek the stars, not for words or lies, they would gladly live to guide you.
But are you ready to stand before the eyes of millenia, unafraid? Possibly, alone?
It is in this, that the stars begin to die.
Were you to seek the stars, not for words or lies, they would gladly live to guide you.
But are you ready to stand before the eyes of millenia, unafraid? Possibly, alone?
