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2. An ivory tower stands, unending, on the horizon. To the heaven it reaches, grasping an entropic arm. The sight that killed this world sits before you, whispering endless clouds onto vast rolling plains. Dotting like dead stars through an astronomer's lens, husks and remains and ruins over these lands. You have wandered for a long time. You do not know where to go next. You have ended once already. You will end once again, many times before, as many as you have already. Like dead stars through an astronomer's lens, unending. You advance, a step after the other, and hear the song of the wind howling through empty halls and crashed windows. If only this world still had a chance... But you must continue, your goal vain in your own mind. What was it you wanted to do ? What place did you want to reach, what land did you want to access, what soul did you want to touch ? You will wander, again and again, until these questions have been cleared up.

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1. a personal feeling. houses left alone and weathering the test of time, a singular wind blowing through their reality and ringing only the note of an absence left too long. Yet you wander, alone, and yet you live, feeling disparaged by even the most fleeting sensations. hands growing cold, fingers gangrenous, heart beating a slow march of death, like a pierced drum. yet you walk, ahead, forever to remain. You know you will not rest, not yet. around you, a sight of eyes yet unseen dances and the abodes of deaths long since old becomes a blur, as you fall. Betraying yourself, the cold devours you from within, from what was once the warmest part of your being. A flame impure leaves your soul, and you are left behind, wandering.
Maybe this is for the better ? A message atop can be found, and to it you may communicate.