Tiamut's Seventh Layer
"Night, and the spirit of life."
The world is falling. We are no longer mere puppets, we are stones.
No more. No less.
Grown from life like a crystal garden.
We exsist to exsist, and to exsist outside the spire is heresy.
The king of nigh has called for the end of the world. This time it won't be like asking the tide not to come.
The king has learned his lesson, it is impossible to stop the tide.
Have a nice end of the world.
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