Journey to Mor Pankh

A dream made of shards of reality, its edges are jagged and treacherous.

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To the left, to the right, an arc and a fleeting gaze.

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A small squad, revving engines, and a gloomy cave make for a story that never goes out of fashion.

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Look, Fate is woven from the threads of coincidence.

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Every person has a beginning and an end.

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The past has a familiar weight that rests on the shoulders of its heirs.

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Ding dong, cling clang. These sounds always come at such inopportune times.

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The stone falls in, seeking an answer in the water's depths.

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A small hand clutches a treasure tightly, so much that none may steal it.

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The lambs know not the purpose of the fence.

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Let the dust fall from the beard, the road stretches on ahead. She is not afraid to put every possibility to test.

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This determination is pure and wholehearted, free of the shackles of rationality.

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An incantation is not always what opens the door to a cave of treasure.

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The darkness there is oppressive, the light of the stars cannot be seen on the clearest night.

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Relax, this... is just an insignificant price to pay.

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Yet the glamor of night shines as it always has.

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At every night before the inevitable breaking of dawn, we have to face an ending of this sort.

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