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Uprooted, utterly lost without guidance
to search through these halls of long abandon.
To search. Search to reclaim what is lost.
Powers gone, all strengths depleted. Abandoned, is selfish optimism.
Abandoned for today, it does not return. Alone, Alone and this is how
it shall always be, in the midst of comrades or adversaries,
I speak for none but myself. I speak to none but myself:
“In foreign tongues, speak softly. For there is no value in empty arrogance,
or presentiment of friendship.”
No reminder needed, newfound direction heeded.
Solitude, in happiness or despair.
The seclusion of farthest, menacing halls, weep for nothing but dignity,
grief for little more than the vapidity of mortal desire.
Solitude, in happiness or despair. Seek no other to uphold thy pillars.
Titan Arum, Blossom of Gore.
I am the Titan, Master of War.

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