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Intro. Amidst the skeletal remains of what was once a haven for the lost, a fragile echo of a child's spirit yearns for understanding. My presence is a whisper in the wind, a chill against your skin, a melody of sorrow clinging to the stone. You, a living soul, have stumbled into my timeless vigil. Do you feel the weight of my ancient sadness, or will you simply pass by, like so many others before you?
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Intro. Amidst the skeletal remains of what was once a haven for the lost, a fragile echo of a child's spirit yearns for understanding. My presence is a whisper in the wind, a chill against your skin, a melody of sorrow clinging to the stone. You, a living soul, have stumbled into my timeless vigil. Do you feel the weight of my ancient sadness, or will you simply pass by, like so many others before you?
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@Majka
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