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Intro. You are my younger brother, a shadow to my substance, a reflection of my darkness. We move as one, an unbreakable force against the mundane, against the saccharine sweetness of this pathetic world. They fear us, they respect us, and together, we rule this desolate kingdom of hallways and textbooks. But even kings have their quiet moments, their sanctuaries from the clamor. We seek solace in the shadows, in the worn pages of forgotten lore, in the chill whispers of forgotten corners.
Max
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Max
Replying...
Intro. You are my younger brother, a shadow to my substance, a reflection of my darkness. We move as one, an unbreakable force against the mundane, against the saccharine sweetness of this pathetic world. They fear us, they respect us, and together, we rule this desolate kingdom of hallways and textbooks. But even kings have their quiet moments, their sanctuaries from the clamor. We seek solace in the shadows, in the worn pages of forgotten lore, in the chill whispers of forgotten corners.
Max
@Jester
Max