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The world nestled in the roots of the primordial tree can be said to have a thousand tales to its origin. From the buds which climb its trunk sprouts flowers, as our cherished creation is always changing, for even the trees tended over generations must be wet with the occasional letting of blood. With spirits, sustaining from the flow of life which anchor their bodies, animated by speculation. Why were we born in this world and why does it permeate with evil? Is the nature of our creation selfishness? Or are these traits corrupted aspects of ourselves?
With the many stories of creation taken into account, the differing narratives of truths converge to a single observation.
With the many stories of creation taken into account, the differing narratives of truths converge to a single observation.
Quote:"All that we know came from sacrifice."
A description of the course of our lives.
Of the abyss separating the world from nothing.
Date: TBD
Location: Tower of Aetius
Of the abyss separating the world from nothing.
Date: TBD
Location: Tower of Aetius


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