Chronicles of Uluru: London Dawning

The flames of passion, tinged with a strange shade of yellowish gray.

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Reach your hand into this long, dark pipe.

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A recluse, shrouded in rumors.

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What has been engraved in your mind, seared into your sight, and etched onto your very being.

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The wind, blowing through this place, has seen everything.

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A self-portrait, a reflective depiction of oneself.

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This gap—fill it up with tangible things, like warm hugs and heartfelt embraces.

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What you need are sharp eyes to spot value, a touch of arcane skill, and a talking hat.

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You can always count on someone to be there for you, waiting to support you.

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She has been silent for far too long.

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The relentless toil, all for the sake of their eyes.

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Quick, get out there before the cakes sell out.

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The crowd waited, then it began with a single spark.

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And thus, salvation is obtained.

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A torch burns brightly, in the hearts of the people.

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And now, we are both host and participant.

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You are positively luminous, darling!

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... Lifted up, by the hand of your former self.

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Dance. Dance until the sky clears up.

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And so, they set off on a new adventure.

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