Death befell, yet life ensued. Many scrape at its bars, yearning for darkness's resolve. The blessed stirred no graves nor ceded any to them. All in vitality bear chains, wretched shackles that languish and take. The lost can offer no redemption, yet here they rest in bloodied breath.

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(6 months ago)

+1 Beza, the Bounding Spring main
-1 Gandalf the White main