And radiance was hers to give
Bask within her light they may
For all light is her light
To wake
Is to experience her joys
Her struggles, her trials
Each ray
A gift
For them
And their children
And their children
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TerrorWhen we reach the sea. Feathers litter this place. Do you still believe that those lines were vines? How have you never choked before? Was it merely luck? Or are you cursed? Can you jump between tapestries? Or is this the one for you? Have you decid...
