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The uncovering of my eyes

The proximation of arrival

Kromnia

The number 24 Nebula: Thy Khromna

I inhale the atmospheric gas

Adaptation synthesis (completed)

Such an odd coloured soil

Two moons illuminate the night

My past has become

Like a shadow

No way to avoid

What I've done

My shame intense, I feel horrible

The stars above

I stare hard and see my master

Please relinquish me omnipotence

Telekinetic wind presence

Tornado

My scent strong

(Her kin) have now arrived

Helplessness comes in waves

I've seen them coming all along... Collapse