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- You tell Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "Illyria. I wish to send a letter. Will your
- people permit me to do so from their facility?"
- The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "Yes, of course, Avaris. You can teleport straight to
- me, if you wish."
- Clarion bells ring out, infusing you with stern, steadfast duty. With a deliberate, clear mind, you
- bring Illyria's visage to the forefront of your concentration.
- The stern clamour consumes you as you stride determinedly forwards.
- Dark Tidings Postal Service.
- The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The ominous caws of many black
- crows are a perpetual disturbance of the peace and quiet of this dark chamber. Dozens of them roost
- in the beams high above the floor, gazing down upon those below them with their beady eyes, some of
- them glowing with an ominous red eye like the spirit they sprung from. Countless feathers the colour
- of midnight cover the floor, sparkling softly in the faint light that appears to shine from the
- walls in places. Twisted roots churn their way into the ground, having been incorporated into the
- walls of the chamber, pushing into the onyx walls as if to break free of their confinement. A single
- desk stands in the middle of the room, a large black quill and ink placed upon it, those who make
- use of it can feel the countless gazes of the crows upon their back, as if pondering the words
- committed to paper here. An elegant black ash armchair stands here radiating a simplistic elegance.
- A jet-black desk sits here. A dark ravenwood sign has been nailed to the wall here. Reader Illyria,
- Listener of the Silent Knell is here. She wields an athame dagger in her right hand. You may MAIL
- letters from here.
- You see a single exit leading west.
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- Rising from the desk and curtseying, Illyria steps to the side in the case that you wishes to use
- it. "Greetings of the eventide, Avaris," she murmurs, folding her hands in front of her. With calm
- eyes, absent of anything but a gentle welcome, she watches the kephera, a figure of quiet stillness
- within the peaceful chamber.
- You have emoted: Crushing the carpet of discarded crow feathers beneath his feet as he steps into
- being, Avaris tilts his head back to regard the roosting corvids for a moment, before lowering his
- gaze to Illyria. He looks upon her for a time, expressionless, visibly wearied, then inclines his
- head very slightly. "Illyria." Brushing past, his size forcing a proximity that trails the edges of
- his wings against Illyria's form in a whispering, unintentional caress, he does not sit at the
- vacated desk, but rather kneels beside it, hunched over as he begins to write.
- Watching your careful penmanship with interest, Illyria glides a few small steps closer, though not
- near enough to be perceived to hover. The shadowdancer does not attempt to make idle conversation
- while you writes, simply hums softly to herself, the wistful and nearly inaudible melody absent in
- quality as she waits. As the sleek crow wings away with the letter, she speaks up, her words as
- light as the susurrations of the stiff feathers of the paladin's wings as you moves. "Have Celest's
- seagulls taken ill?" The inquiry is genuine in its curiosity, gentle in its venturing.
- You have emoted: Flicking the atramentous plumage that clings to his knees away with a sharp motion
- of his wrist, Avaris rises to stand, his motions stiff, as if the act pains him. If Illyria's
- closeness perturbs him, he makes no sign of it, as he does not seek to draw away or keep her at
- arm's length, merely tilting his great, wedge-shaped head down to study the soft-spoken faeling for
- a long moment. "I would not know. I have not set foot there since I was cast out."
- Looking up, and up, and further up still as you rises, the wind it generates sending roiling eddies
- through the darkened clouds and tangible shadows, Illyria regards the other with an air of dawning
- understanding. "Raw," she murmurs, nodding slightly. Nibbling lightly at the corner bit of lip
- caught into her teeth, contemplation drapes her like a serene veil. "Would you, perhaps, like to
- take a walk? No need to talk if you don't wish it." Drifting backward in a fluid manner that makes
- it clear that beneath the trailing hem of her skirt her feet are not touching the ground, she tilts
- her head inquisitively.
- You think to yourself: A flicker of irritation, fitful and dull. "My writing was clear enough. Why
- does she persist?"
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Cheliyi enters from the west, a thin sheen of water rippling outward from every step.
- Trailing in a bone-chilling fog, Muginn, the ghost-feathered magpie flies in from the west.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Cheliyi blinks.
- Cheliyi walks into the room with a determined stride, frowning deeply, only to stop as she
- recognizes the both of you. "... ah, hi hi, Miss Illyria. And... Mister Avaris."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- You have emoted: In the midst, it seems, of replying to Illyria, his head halfway through the motion
- of a small nod, Avaris's head turns at Cheliyi's entrance, antennae twitching. He stares, the faded
- blue of his seven natural eyes flat, betraying nothing. "Cheliyi."
- Illyria tilts her head, looking down from your eyes to regard $Cheliyi thoughtfully. "Good morning,
- Cheliyi," the faeling says politely, dipping her chin with quiet courtesy.
- Cheliyi bows politely in response to Illyria's curtsy, glancing between the both of you with a much
- more passive curiosity. "Did not knows, that were having a private conversation. Will see myselfs
- outs, if am intruding. Came to... speak."
- You have emoted: The barest flicker of red stains the parchment-hued sheets of Avaris's folded wings
- at Cheliyi's explanation, the fingers of his right pair of hands twitching inwards in a minute,
- convulsive gesture, as if tugged by a tapped nerve. His voice is cool, remote, and subtly imbalanced
- in its attempt at harmony. "To whom?"
- Dryly, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "Well, goodness, Mister Avaris, I wonder who just
- sent me a letters."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- You think to yourself: A drawing inward, a fist of glinting shards of glass clenching tighter.
- Cheliyi blinks suddenly, her expression falling minutely.
- You have emoted: In a flat tone utterly empty of levity, Avaris responds, "Can you not read? I told
- you not to seek me out."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Rather than either reassuring or rebuking Cheliyi, Illyria simply waits with an air of curiosity and
- calm, head tilted as she listens.
- Cheliyi glances again at Illyria, her expression more pensive than upset by your harsh tone. Simply,
- she says, "Perhaps I cannot. Because, I do not believe I just read something where you claimed you
- were utterly alone in your pain, and that there was no -possible- way I could understand. That I, a
- person who lived in a commune that stabbed me at every turn in the littlest and largest of ways,
- would not understand the sensation of -emptiness.-" Her gaze turns up at you once more, and it
- remains ever calm, ever steadfast. "Even as I felt empty, I found people to help me. I had people
- reach out, to me. This is me attempting to do the same for you. Even now, you sit in someone's
- company. You clearly have peoples who care."
- Cheliyi's mauve frills twitch to some errant sound.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Cheliyi sighs softly at something unheard, though she doesn't move from where she stands.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Mildly, Illyria steps forward, frowning faintly as if a puzzle has just been set before her. "Joy,
- wielded like a sword," she whispers to herself, shaking her head slightly.
- With a frown, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity murmurs, "Wielding like a sword?"
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- You have emoted: The markings that are carved into the pale plumage of Avaris's plumage bleed a
- thick, sanguine light, which pulses sluggishly through the staring eyes as if pushed by the beat of
- a monstrous heart. The chitin of his hands creaks as he squeezes his fingers tight, faint, hairline
- fractures running through the weakened armour with a whispering of crackling, dead leaves. His chest
- rises and falls in an uneven rhythm, as he visible strives to rein in his temper, and only partially
- succeeds. His voice is a roiling, seething acid, hissing as it burns up from his throat like an
- upwelling of furious insects, clawing for release. "You compare the pinpricks of mortals to the
- carving out of a love Divine, of everything that I have built myself around, the foundation of all
- that I am?"
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Cheliyi blinks.
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- Cheliyi stares implacably at you.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Softly, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "Mister Avaris. Your hands."
- You think to yourself: The throb of his temper batters at his self control like a battering ram, in
- tandem with the painful beat of his heart, his head growing light with the blood that rushes through
- it.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- You have emoted: Avaris does not so much as glance at his hands. "What of them?"
- Illyria's own eyes drift down at the sound of the breaking chitin, concern filling them, but she
- makes no move to approach the paladin. Instead, she lifts her chin and studies Cheliyi with a faint
- frown, as if attempting to see within her. The faeling's head is tilted to the side, as if listening
- to something far in the distance.
- Softly, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "You have hurts enough without inflicting more
- upon yourself."
- Just as softly, Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell says, "It is not he that is inflicting
- more hurts, Miss Cheliyi. Intentionally or otherwise."
- The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Cheliyi's lips.
- You have emoted: The sound that echoes from Avaris's throat is only a laugh in the very loosest
- definition, so black and hollow is it. He says nothing, however, the antenna closest to Illyria
- twitching Illyria's way, allowing the others to speak as he lapses into a cold silence.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says,
- "Metaphorically or otherwise... it is your hands that are squeezing Mister Avaris. Do need bandages,
- before it is worse."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- With the hint of a weary smile, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "Would know."
- Illyria glances down at the fractured chitin anew, casting a clinical eye over the hairline
- fractures visible at her angle. "They are not so bad as to need bandages, I think," she assesses
- practically, her voice soft and cool as fresh aloe over singed skin. "People do worse when they
- punch walls."
- Gently, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "Bandages are not just to heal. They soften the
- blows, and prevent more harm. But, am glad is not as bad as it could bes."
- You have emoted: Without turning his attention to the as yet creaking bludgeons of his clenched
- fingers, Avaris's tone grows abruptly weary, the fire snuffing out, leaving ash in his voice. "I do
- not want or need bandages, Cheliyi."
- Softly, Slakened Cheliyi, Novitiate of Purity says, "Alrights, Mister Avaris." The mugwump bows
- politely again, her expression warm despite the nature of the conversation. "I have overstayed my
- welcome, here. Have a goodly day, to the both of yous. Manse is always open, yes."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Cheliyi departs to the west, each step sending a ripple of water outwards across the surface.
- The room grows warm once more Muginn the ghost-feathered magpie glides off to the west with a click
- of his beak.
- Looking up from the kephera's palms to the rest of your stiff, barely-contained figure, a shadow
- passes through Illyria's eyes. She turns to face Cheliyi, drifting forward without bothering with
- the appearance of walking as the gentleness of her cool demeanor turns chill indeed. Before she can
- say a word, however, the mugwump makes her exit, and the faeling exhales softly, the steely
- expression fading as she turns to face you. Wordlessly, she gives the door a significant look and
- raises a brow in silent inquiry.
- You have emoted: The baleful pulsation of shimmering discontent that throbs through Avaris's wings
- slows, the dire red seeping away like spilled blood swallowed by dark, thirsty earth. He breathes a
- long, exhausted sigh, lifting his cracked, upper right hand to pass it over his face wearily. At
- Illyria's look, he simply nods, and waits for her to proceed.
- Through quiet caverns and woodlands both sparse and dense in turn, Illyria walks onward, not filling
- the raw silence with anything but the soft sound of a song just barely voiced as she leads you. Her
- feet sometimes step firmly along the earth, sometimes only brush it, and sometimes she strides along
- without bothering to touch the ground at all, never seeming to notice the difference between any of
- those states. As evening falls, they enter the pine forest near the mountains, and she leads upward
- until they reach a flatter point. Here, she turns to look out over the whole of the forest, darkly
- beautiful from above, with eventide curtains draped atop it.
- Sloping evergreens.
- This southeastern tip of Glomdoring is an area of thick pine forest. Great tall firs are mixed with
- their less-healthy brothers, forming patches of dark green and brown. The forest floor slopes
- steeply up to the east, heading towards the looming mountains that keep Glomdoring in their shadow.
- To the southwest, the path slopes downwards back into the forest, allowing a view of the great
- southern mountains, silhouetted against the sky. A rowan sapling clings tenaciously to the ground
- here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air.
- Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell is here. She wields an athame dagger in her right hand.
- You see exits leading north, southeast, and southwest.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- As if parting through mists of water and light, the Empyreal Goddess quietly unveils Her soothing
- presence to the Basin of Life.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- As the intoxicating fragrance of bromeliads perfumes the air, you sense that Li-varili, Lady of the
- Lagoons has returned to mortal perception.
- Ripples of celestial light radiate across the firmament like water as the calm voice of Lantra, the
- Empyreal rings out, "Lady of the Lagoons, Your pursuit of Me may cease. Speak with Me before the
- Pool of Stars if You desire."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- The shadow of a crow seeps in from the southwest.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- Upon a wave of wind bitter as the salted seas, the striking voice of Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons
- cries, "Wonderful. I was beginning to tire of this dull maze of mist and starlight."
- You have emoted: In direct, brutal contrast to Illyria's almost ethereal traversal of the woodlands,
- Avaris's passage is like the destructive, implacable onset of a landslide. Branches and stones alike
- crack and shatter beneath his massive feet, churning the ground up in his wake. At the plateau they
- reach, he slows, coming to a stop close to Illyria. He is quiet, for a time, staring out over the
- forest, and seems to be growing a touch less agitated - Only for the Empyreal's voice to sound
- across the basin. The effect is immediate and intense, the huge kephera flinching down as if struck
- a mighty blow, hunching in on himself defensively, wings folding about his form as if trying to ward
- off the sound of Her voice.
- You think to yourself: Each word spoken by that achingly familiar voice is like a lance driven into
- him, the calm intonation twisting at his heart as it is cut afresh. His will wavers, shuddering
- under the rising tide of roiling anguish that the Goddess' voice evokes.
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- As the peripheral signs of agitation fade somewhat in the paladin, Illyria turns her attention to
- you. The swell of Divinity through the skies draws a peculiar reaction from the shadowdancer, her
- arm and the expanse of three tumultuous wings sweeping out to shade you as you draws inward, glaring
- upward with all the indignation of a nurse whose patient had just been disturbed. Stepping a bit
- closer, she closes her eyes, the silence of the pines slowly reclaiming the space around them once
- more.
- You have emoted: The points of Avaris's fractured claws scrape over the tarnished gold of his chest
- with a sound that is an odd, unpleasant hybrid of metallic screeching and chitinous rasp. He
- shudders, his great, helmed head bowing under the pressure of some internal force, and does not
- appear to even notice Illyria's proximity - Or anything at all, so turned inward is he. Eventually,
- however, he draws in a slow, hitching breath, striving for calm as he forces himself upright once
- more.
- As you straightens once more, Illyria steps subtly farther away, giving the paladin your space and
- dignity as she withdraws the rather ineffectual cover of her arm and wings. The shadows trail away
- more slowly than her limb does, curling in delicate tendrils as they realign behind her. She glances
- over you, quickly assessing, both the state of the damaged plate and the demeanor in which you holds
- himself, and frowns slightly, folding her hands to rest in front of her as she waits. "Avaris," she
- whispers softly. "Would you like to hear a song?"
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- You think to yourself: A song? He had never had anyone sing for him, before. A strange reluctance at
- the notion, a discomfort at what he perceives as an unnatural upending of roles, which...Fades,
- numbing into something quieter. "Why not? Why not."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- As if drawing a curtain of water and light, the form of the Empyreal Goddess recedes into starlit
- mists, vanishing from the Basin of Life.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- You have emoted: Straightening so that his back is stiff and erect as a pillar of worn stone, Avaris
- lowers his hands to grasp the forearms of their opposites, the sharp edges of his fingers glinting
- as they encircle the natural vambraces like manacles. He does not respond immediately, though his
- grip upon his arms intensifies briefly as the sensation of the Empyreal's presence recedes once
- more, leaving the world diminished. Eventually, he gives answer by way of a twitch of his chin, and
- a jerking shrug of his spiked shoulder, offering mute acceptance.
- With the acceptance, quiet and unenthusiastic as it seems, Illyria smiles softly, drifting backwards
- and upward as the night spreads out behind her. Taking a cross-legged midair position that places
- the sylphen faeling's eyes roughly at the height of the titanic kephera's, her cloak and gown trail
- around and beneath her, stirred by the cool wind through the mountains. Closing her eyes, she begins
- to sing, her voice soft and sweet and gentle as the lilting, haunting words spill free. "Broken
- dreams, diverted rivers.. into the cold, the child shivers.. Down he goes to touch the shore," she
- sings, shadows dancing around her. "Arrows deep, deep in sandy quivers."
- You have emoted: Turning slightly so that he faces out over the shadow-swaddled forest below, Avaris
- cuts a pale, stark figure against the backdrop of the night's velvet expanse. Remote and impassive,
- the visor of his face is as expressive as a mask crafted from plates of bone, off-white and brittle.
- The stiff feathers of his wings shift and stir restlessly by the trailing fingers of the air, and
- save for the steady regard of the luminous eyes that dwell within his feathers, there is little sign
- that he is even listening.
- You think to yourself: A soft pang of melancholy writhes languorously through his gut, discomfort at
- the sweetness of the eerie melody.
- Illyria's eyes slip closed as she continues, the pensive notes forming a shadowed lullaby. "Pulled
- from sleep, bleary eyes.. over bodies, the child cries. Laying on the cold stone floor," she sings
- softly, her voice aching and raw even in its honey sweetness. "Clouds roll, roll through the chill
- skies." The shadows that pass from the clouded moon, dance around her, as if called by the song.
- Her wings drifting lightly behind her, the faeling's song, faintly recognizable now as the tune she
- so often hums, carries lightly over the scree. "Steady heart, shadows calling, through the flames,
- the child is falling. Passing through the heat of war," Illyria sings on, "Lands vast, vast in their
- sprawling."
- You think to yourself: The forlorn notes of the song resonate with him, sharp and keening. "I should
- not be surprised. This does not seem a place for happy songs. It fits my mood, these months."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- The twisting pines spill needles to the earth as a particularly sharp gust of wind rolls down the
- mountainside, lightly covering both Illyria and you. The wind snatches at her dress, sending the
- hemline twirling and twisting. Still, the faeling continues her quiet, melancholy song. "Harshest
- lights, towering gates.. before the city, the child waits. Sheltered by the shadowed moor," she
- sings softly, "Hope fades, fades in his harsh straits."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- You have emoted: The cutting currents of air whirl about Avaris with as much effect as the
- scrabbling claws of a gale at the walls of a lonely fortress, high upon a promontory before a
- distant sea. The needles of the pine bounce off the weakened chitin of his form like the arrows of a
- besieging horde, many lodging deep into the soft, unprotected ruff of his throat.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- The tune slows a bit, the words becoming soft and tender, a hint of the melancholy lifting, though
- the haunting melody remains the same. "Jaded souls, blinding fires.. nothing here the child
- desires," Illyria continues, her voice silken and touched by a hint of hope. "To the woods he runs
- once more, hidden safe, safe by the briars."
- You think to yourself: The faeling's words, echoing back to him in soft, exquisite torture, a
- refrain that draws a loving blade across his heart which each passing caress. "Harhest lights. Hope
- fades. Blinding fires. Safe by the briars."
- Her eyes still closed, a hint of a smile touches Illyria's lips as she sings, the gentle lullaby
- drifting through the evergreens. "Loving shadows, rivers foaming.. no more is the child roaming.
- Through the forest he'll explore," come the final words, tender and achingly hopeful in the wake of
- the rawness of the child's plight. "Home deep, deep in the gloaming."
- Opening her eyes, softly, Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell says, "My mother sung that to
- me. It's all I remember about her."
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- You have emoted: Silence drapes over them like a sheltering cloak as Avaris allows it to fall across
- the two of them for a time that stretches on, and on. After many minutes of this, he stirs, still
- not turning his gaze from the forest that sprawls beneath. "Home." The echo is quiet, a potent
- medley of yearning, bitterness and loneliness ringing clear and sharp as a spear's edge. "Why did
- you sing it for me?"
- "Because," Illyria says simply, letting her legs uncross and fall beneath her as she drifts back
- slowly down to the mountainside. "It has always brought me a measure of comfort. Comfort, without
- false promises or unrealistic dreams. Simply.." The shadow-wreathed faeling exhales slowly, lifting
- a hand to tuck a wind-tossed lock of rosy hair from her face. "Simply, that things can get just the
- littlest bit less bad."
- You have emoted: "Less bad." Avaris repeats, a derisive twist to the words, followed by the harsh
- caw of an embittered, darkly mirthful laugh. "You offer me much comfort, Illyria. I wonder at that.
- Is this not the Forest of No Mercy?"
- Illyria tilts her head, regarding you thoughtfully. "No mercy does not mean needless suffering. It
- does not mean not healing. It does not mean offering support when needed, or comfort." She shakes
- her head quietly, fixing you with an intent stare. "It means no mercy to our enemies, or to that
- which weakens us. Somethings, we cut away, and leave by the wayside. Some things make us stronger
- for healing them." A single shoulder lifts, the pale dapples stark against the milky kawhe curve.
- "And.. sometimes, less bad is the best that one can hope for. And then you look for the next tiny
- degree of less bad. And then the next. And someday, perhaps...." she lets the thought trail off,
- looking up to study the night sky.
- You have emoted: The worn figure absorbs Illyria's explanation in silence, unperturbed by the steady
- weight of Illyria's attention. Avaris's chest expands as he inhales deeply, the scored plates
- failing to catch the faint light of the distant stars above. "That is an interesting way to view
- matters." His reply is neutral and calm, and he very distinctly does not raise his head, nor any of
- his lambent eyes, to regard the stellar expanse that yawns above them. "I look forward to learning
- more of why you love this place, Illyria. Perhaps you can take me to your Lord's realm. I will speak
- with Him, soon, I think. I should get to know Him a little better."
- Looking back down and canting her head in mild surprise at the suggestion, Illyria hums softly to
- herself. "I will ask," she says softly. "But I can make no guarantees that my request will be
- granted." Her tone is apologetic but gently firm, but her eyes linger on the umbral silk of the
- scarf around your neck, a hint of a soft smile touching her lips. "Until we meet again, Avaris," she
- whispers, drifting a few airy steps backward to look down into the forest below.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival
- of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.
- 11300h, 5800m, 5712e, 10p Bex-
- You have emoted: The sharp point of Avaris's chin dips down as he inclines his head in
- acknowledgement of Illyria's response, offering no words of his own in turn. Instead, he moves away,
- unfurling his immense wings to their full, monstrous span. Once more, his departure is marked by the
- abrupt gale he stirs up as he launches himself skyward, a sickly star striving to rejoin the heavens
- - And failing, as his efforts simply carry him along the horizon, dwindling into nothingness.
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