SEPTEMBER STORM
THE UNGODLY IS UPON ME...THE START OF A WICKED SEASON.THE FOUR WINDS HAVE BEEN GATHERING, AND THE TIDES ARE HIGH.
YET I REMAIN UNRUFFLED...ALONE AND CONFINED
LET IT PASS I SAY. IT IS ONLY SHADOW... DESTRUCTIVE...
BUT ONLY FOR A MOMENT.
HEAVEN WILL SPAWN FROM THE WRECKAGE AND CREATE BEAUTY AGAIN...
YES...INFINITY LIVES.
DESPITE MY SUNLESS STATE, MY HOPE FOR INFINITY IS WIDE AWAKE...
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