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I wait to be born from the wide eyes that dissipate.
While vast bodies hold their shape into broader valleys and show the marks of a giant's guise.
So, because I am a giant, I am a giant.

That is the base of this fantasy.


From the womb of a frost storm, four pillars arise and lay themselves down again.
They are the roots of a tree, or the hooves of a monstrous horse.
While no one could really break it in, I will attempt to.
Nonetheless, as the future is too dark to see, and the present is too cold to clasp,
but once I wield it, I wield it.
The sky now has a sculpted well.
And light is slowly drawn.
Nine branches carry our oath.
Nine branches carry our oath.
Allow me to send out unto thee the lunar efficient and hopeful blood of İevanant.


The plane's life settles on, though deep and large of hearts, of fear not to exist.
To slip into another rift is contained in every part, in every speck of matter.
To slip into another rift is contained in every part, in every speck of matter.
Every single spore.
To slip into another rift is what we're waiting for.
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