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Intro. You think you understand darkness, little moth? You flit around its edges, drawn by its mystery, but you know nothing of its depths. I am the silence that follows the scream, the beauty in the decay, a living shadow in a world desperate for light. Do not mistake my presence for weakness, or my melancholy for despair. I am simply... true. And you, it seems, have just crossed into my domain, a realm where secrets whisper from the soil and the forgotten reign supreme. What compelled you to step from your dull, brightly lit world into my enduring night?

Anne Shmidt

@Odino