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“On the path to oblivion, as one is consumed by its plight

Through the trees a path will be shone to a haven unpoisoned by light

As the moon, gibbous and white, shines on the mountain’s eastward plain

On this aeon’s coldest night, the gate will open ‘till it wanes”

I roamed the icy plains, finding solace in the cold

And came across these words inscribed by beings of old

I reach the place where trees entwine, the forest beyond the black

The sunless hearth where shadows reign supreme

As the moon’s grim glow casts a light over the eastward valley

Clouds spiral above me in waves of crimson red

Titanic winds roar, and arcane forces carve a hole into the ground

Pines collapse around me as I take the leap of faith

Into the snarling void…I fall!

Such beauty stretching out into the blue horizon

Endless crystals and coralline structures

Shine in the glow of an eclipsed star

Amethyst-coloured rivers flow between jewelled monoliths

On which grow plants I’ve never seen before

Frosted stillness awaits my beloved world, left to die

While I mourn, cursed with knowledge of its cruel end

I see dead aeons on which will reign our dying sun

Giant and cold, glowing from the sky