Thunderous is the realm, its darkness sundered by a light ever after. The silence unheeded is shattered by a roar, instigating the fallen and favorless to flee. Another snarl resounds throughout eternity. The disquietude, lost, wanders and meanders where all others have run. The sonorous hopes of the mighty dwindle like the downtrodden souls it frightened. Hope and life absent, the thunder sits in quiet, waiting for unreality to brighten its day.

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