Deep beneath the core, around the roots of consciousness flames touched my sanity. Far away from the light, in the dreams of malice- weakness paralyzed my heart. Glowing serpents pierced my eyes and built a nest into my skull. They brought me a gift-the eternal night. They gave me the blackest night- ancient power of the lucid moment. Fear already has lost its power. The weakness engulfed itself. Invaluable gift carried from eternity on an eagle�s wings, Wolf�s fangs gleamed white in the blackest night. The ancient power of death... The spring of tears dried up in the blackest night.

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