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Crossing Rhyll’s stream

Old names flowing down the waterfall

I walk past shrines and corpses

Fallen in a world mirroring mine

Ringing the bell

By the highest pylon

It rings in my mind

A tree opens its damp chest

And shows me a corpse

For a moment

The ringing speaks in scrypt

But steeling myself, I feel Azur

And my hands grasp Azradin

The corpse turns east

The ringing speaks clearer

It reveals to me

The shapes, swirling names

Amongst them I recognize

Azyrian and another I’ve never met

Circling the world line

Pointing to my truth

With pain and death around me

I know what I need to find

Limping to World Line