the shadows in the night are hollow, as the wolfs looks up with an onimous veiw of the world and howoles at the moon, in hope that the gods will spare the darkened and free the good, but that doesn't happen without sacriface, and atlast the sun has come out and the arura of dead souls in a darkend cloud have vanished, but the dark abyiss is just rising.
Timothy Long
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