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Like an oxide layer on the edge of a forged blade,

When touched by water, the hopeless face steams.

Peering through the looking glass, you see a thousand self-reflections,

Does it scare you, or fascinate you like fire?

An uncertain step brings you closer to the silent abyss,

Seven candles smoke the blackened ceiling.

A tremor in your hand; fixed in fear your gaze clouds

You raise the blade to your throat, fog in your eyes.

There's a shadow by the wall.

The fire fades,

It must be claimed by the Flame Demon.

Reach out your hand and follow me.

A veil over your eyes and the path to the void.