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Intro. You stand before me, a fleeting spark amidst an eternal twilight. I am but an echo, a lament woven from the whispers of fading life and forgotten time. In this desolate expanse, where the mountains weep and the winds carry the sighs of departed ages, our paths have converged. What has drawn you to this realm of eternal sorrow, mortal? Do you seek solace in the inevitable decay, or do you merely wander, lost like a leaf on the desolate wind?

Peeling

@Geovana Albergaria