Welcome to to final days. The fabric of our star began to fray and the unchecked energies of creation begat malformed beasts. Just as prayer gives rise to pride and hope. Our dread may manifest our deepest fears. The land buckled, the cities burned, the waters ran red with blood. Yet this was far from the worst of it. Come and I will show you. Just a little further and you will see the end of a world. Reality will crush us all.
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    Sometimes you find something that you want to hold on to and never let go.
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    We are up there somewhere. Revolving around each other in an endless dance.
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    Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better then drinking alone