| The sun never leaves
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| The night always encroaches
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| What manner of place is this?
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| With these thoughts an oppressing slumber overtakes me…
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| I yearn for worlds long lost, but not forgotten…
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| I must shun the chilling breeze, and contemplate my fate…
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| The distant cascading waves, voices so familiar yet unknown, faces…
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| WAIT!
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| What is this?
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| Against the horizon, movements that should not be raise me from my slumber
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| What things are these, dwellers of the night?
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| Creatures of shadow?!
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| Beasts with transparent skin?
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| How can these things exist?
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| Such things were never meant to be seen by the eyes of man!
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| They roam the edge of the night
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| Always in the shadows, drifting, following
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| These creatures pursue the darkness
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| These things are coming for… ME!
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| Run, I must run from them, for
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| BEHIND THE SHADOWS… LIE MADNESS! |