Patience is all we have in a land where time is obsolete. I press on, armored stranger. I am not deceiving you. The willows have always grown silent in my wake. I see and feel your ailing mind, and it worries me. The night that follows you grows stronger. You still have time to change.

H.S. Crow

Lunora and the Monster King

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