If one would wield the light they must first forsake it . . . .
You must see the mistakes of the past to understand what was lost . . .
No light was visible now. She drifted in an endless void her body was the only thing visible. Was this death? A dream?
To be forgotten is a fate worse than death . . .
Try to remember you were a hero once . .
You were her hero . . .
See what she has seen. . .
She drifted deeper into the abyss . . . .
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