Into the Unknown

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Led through the void,

By the milk-light of moon,

All that we lost, can't be found

Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring,

But how did we come, and where shall we end?

Our dreams just came true, and this ain't pretend?

Oh how the gentle winds,

Beckons to the breeze

As autumn colors fall.

(Spoken:

Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history,

Lies a place that few have seen.

A mysterious place, called Four Cannon.

Where kek-driven stories are revealed to those who are lost with us.