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Everything's always somehow doomed to die

Cleansed by the passage of Time

Blessed with this knowledge, I've wandered through times

Confused by all that I'd find :

Existence revolves around the absence

Of reason to one's presence.

Life slowly dissolves, inside space-time's flow,

Real is devoid of sense

Solo Mathias

This journey has led me to question the point

Of mortals' civilizations.

No matter what heavens they aspire to join

They're doomed to annihilation.

Yet I watch as they thrive facing the chaos

Produced by their ignorance :

Bring down the empires that dry their oceans,

Confront their own arrogance

But within Orion truth's altered.

For it was conceived to fulfill

The deal between the primary entities

And nothing more.

Solo Yann

So when, unseen amidst infinity's entrails,

The systems of Orion were made

The reality of the mortals it held

Was designed to serve a purpose :

War !

Their realms are tools,

Resources for the entities to seize and abuse at their liking,

With care for nothing but strategy ;

The livings are toys

Oblivious to the presence of astral beings among existence,

They're clueless puppets, pawns in a game

Of which they remain unaware.

Solo Yann

Solo Mathias

For long I have observed

This universe, time passing by,

Orion governed by war

The mortals routines, their manipulators

I have seen so much blood flow

Yet there's so much that I don't know

For now, I will admire

I'm but an eye, A wanderer