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Floating chambers illuminated by red sky

The collector watches creatures scour his sanctum

They lurk behind shelves of infinite knowledge

Pain rises in my limb, grasping the sword that once slain his kin

Sleepless Journey into the spirits realm, curtain of stars

Grains of dust glazing the floor of an empty room, falling from a ceiling of sky.

Structures beyond imagination, or comprehensions.

Blurry images in the distance, sometimes swaying, lifeless yet breathing with the dance of millions now dead.

The pain spreads fast. Its untraceable source only worsens my concern.

Stretching out towards the horizon, phantom branches from shadeless trees.

A bridge natural only to this world.

Stepping forth as I tighten my grip

Refusing paralyzing fear, a mind stronger than the weight of a thousand stars

In my eyes, these chambers are reminders of the journey that brought me here, unthreatening remnants of a time before time, and a perfect violent symmetry.

Long paths with no surfaces creating invisible walkways. Crossing is like walking on an entire ocean.

Creatures howl from behind the walls of infinite knowledge. My presence caught in their senses, how they’ve waited for centuries.

Many swore their return.

I’ve seen their fate.

I behold the last words of a hundred great men