Her dark presence casts a shadow to this unholy ground... Never had he thrown a glimpse upon her, yet... the Dead Man is highly aware of the hellish aura that is embracing this nymph. Here... upon these gloomy barrows, he roams...
[Dead Man]: “She comes inside our dreams infects us with lust. Swimming a universe where dreams and shade combust.
But some resist some wind away her mist. Then she flies away Searching her next prey”.
He stares at the desolated fields around him... just a reflection of his own demise... …she flies… she flies obscure wings…
[Dread]: “Burned , down and, forsaken...
...alone to this world...”
An old friend is now walking silently by his side... A strong freezing breeze blurs their vision, making every step heavier... Looks that all hope... has vanished. There is only one who can withstand these devilish mountains... Only he who absorbs the darkness, can expel its effects...
[Dead Man]: “Heading forward against the wind” [Dread, Narcotic Sylph]: “He's on time again” [Dead Man]: “Another year will pass us by” [Dread, Narcotic Sylph]: “When our fears descent” [Dead Man]: “Whistling something to our ears [Dread, Narcotic Sylph]: “skies are painted red” [Dead Man]: “Wave crushed rocks will [Dead Man, Dread, Narcotic Sylph]: someday turn to sand”.
[Dread]: “Leaving me here, with a burden, of everything, you choose to leave unsaid”.
[Dead Man]: “Heading forward against the wind, I can smell the wrath of death. Beware by her disastrous grief. City's dust now lifts up in the air”.
And there approaches... …Demon of the Cosmic Depths…
[Inner Demon]: “I won't crawl, I will ground your strong and monstrous wall. Char your fane, Let me introduce you to my friend: Pain...”
This is the end of the line... To move forward there is force they must discover within... Realizing the very core of their existential nature.
“Liberation and Rebellion ever bound chained, days of salvation steam are not far away. Your empire from our hands will soon fall astray. Lifeless bodies in the streets like leaves they will lay”.
“damned, conformed, dethroned, entombed”.
“Our demolished future lies ahead, embracing our uncleaned deep plagues. Beside these cold biers we wait. We are turncoats but we’re not dead.
Even if our shadow selves were there, We’ll stand our ground, won't leave again. Are hearts are black and so they will, we are undead by darkness led”.
The mountain is defeated. Finding strength through the apocrypha of rage. This first journey comes to an end... they thought. There is madness in the air of these lands. A small taste of what awaits. Correlating contents of the mind once unexplored. ...a healthy reaction to a state of being, conceived as reality... Lunacy... is an interesting perspective...
[Dread]: “I 'm lost in a void that spins round and round my head.
I sink in silence, base of my torment. Overwhelmed, by my own defence.
Effects of blown smoke, filth my cement cage. Ambient where I, probably have passed my very last days”.
[Dead Man]: “No mission, no handles of expression. Unable... but still protected”.
Following the light… the star of Carmine gleams their path… ...majestic Rubical Skies spread in the horizon… …carving a course of valour… … a course of freedom… …a long road to conquer the Shrine… And so it begins… …a quest to abandon this dreary realm…
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