Traveling down a hall... Blurred visions.. A quest unknown, unanswered. The soul seeks it, but you do not know what it is. Love is not the quest or the key to. An art... to hunt.. to looks for that that is too far gone. Too unknown. An alien idea. To find a home, deep in this abyss? No, rest. No, home. To hope. To die in this place empty and cold, sweet hearts no long stand as strong. We enter, we leave. One by one. A quest incomplete a quest started, unknown. To end, like this?
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