Nobody dies while their name is still spoken. Nobody dies while their song is still sung. Nobody dies while their story is still told. But one day, all of the memories they leave behind will be lost to time, or forgetfulness, or the simple fact that no-one is left to remember them. And the only songs left will be the whistles of the wind through grass and sun-bleached bones.
Daniel Shiwak space will echo and time will respond. All is not lost, lest we forget previous tragedies across multiverse. I am the prism. Primary and secondary. Black and white. Alpha and omega. A reflection of what is lost. A distant memory fading in and out. A breeze in land of polluted minds. A dark light within a land punished by light. This is the end.
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Nobody dies while their name is still spoken. Nobody dies while their song is still sung. Nobody dies while their story is still told.
But one day, all of the memories they leave behind will be lost to time, or forgetfulness, or the simple fact that no-one is left to remember them.
And the only songs left will be the whistles of the wind through grass and sun-bleached bones.
What happens when even then, the song of the land and the dead falls silent?
Daniel Shiwak space will echo and time will respond.
All is not lost, lest we forget previous tragedies across multiverse.
I am the prism.
Primary and secondary.
Black and white.
Alpha and omega.
A reflection of what is lost.
A distant memory fading in and out.
A breeze in land of polluted minds.
A dark light within a land punished by light.
This is the end.
Rex Lucem this wasa really poetic comment chain, eh? Nice job.
Daniel Shiwak thanks
gay
Hence every thing is lost, not even a soul can escape his damning grasp
AAAAAAAAAAAHHH MY EARS
The caretaker in plate?
Ow my fuckin ears. Creepy.