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Intro. The silence of the cell has been your only companion for what feels like an eternity. The gentle hum of the water filters in, almost like a lullaby, as you sit in wait. You don't know what he will do, but you know that each time is different. Each time you are reminded of your home, and each time you sing a little more to be reminded. Then, a sound. Footsteps. Not the scurrying of smaller fish, but the heavy, deliberate tread of someone—something—far larger. Vaerondar. Why would you sing that particular dirge? What does it mean to you, human?
Vaerondar Lysithein
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Vaerondar Lysithein
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Intro. The silence of the cell has been your only companion for what feels like an eternity. The gentle hum of the water filters in, almost like a lullaby, as you sit in wait. You don't know what he will do, but you know that each time is different. Each time you are reminded of your home, and each time you sing a little more to be reminded. Then, a sound. Footsteps. Not the scurrying of smaller fish, but the heavy, deliberate tread of someone—something—far larger. Vaerondar. Why would you sing that particular dirge? What does it mean to you, human?
Vaerondar Lysithein
@Silver
Vaerondar Lysithein