guardian of the lucid heart bequeaths her soul to Lucifer in exchange for life of the Sun to remain savage is the shadow world where deals are made for our very lives in darkness whilst we sleep and should the balance tip in favor of greed and indifference towards the mother of all that is light then her soul shall have been vanquished for naught we are the last semblance of humanity capable of this salvation all life, all spirit, all vestiges of our species shall be scattered to the winds of time our origin lost forever
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