My curious heart builds towers of intrigue.
I want a new haven.
Saintly, unworn.
The lonely catacombs of reluctant heroes.
The fire god sings on his day of leisure.
The wary clouds speak his name.
May the orange light of her misanthropic wonder shine over the sad, temerarious darkness of the night.
Half of the cycle is complete.
Destruction begets kindness.
The art of war sprang from passionate love.
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