The whispers of the era speak in the ears of a silenced savior.
"you will return... and we will remember... and you will seek us out... and when you do... we will be waiting."
"what are you doing, aren't you going to take him?"
"we don't need him. If we truly need him, destiny shall bring him back to us. I am merely planting a seed."
we set off from the crater of Buenos Aires, I look into her eyes as she turns to me. "Ba-al, tell me, do you think this world is dying?"
Her words seem well intended, and I feel the notion behind them, " On the contrary, I feel it is our duty to mend its wounds. for that reason, regardless of everything else..
.....we march on....
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