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I taste the bitter air and inhale the smoky atmosphere

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I taste the bitter air and inhale the smoky atmosphere. Death ruled with an iron fist today. War took its prey and claimed a hollow victory. Lives, innocent lives, were lost... and it's all my fault. The once prosperous fields of dancing moon flowers is tainted with the blood of the innocent and saturated in death's wretched claws. Life would never flourish here again.  Lost howls echo through the trees and sing a vicious song of mourning into my ears. 

"Will you reign with me," a dark voice chirps with sinister glee from behind me. "My Dark Luna?"


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