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Post by @IsNotABomb on Apr 19, 2016 22:57:29 GMT -6
O Godly Queen, O Queenly God,
I write to you from the black city, and I found something you may enjoy. He was once that which never was, a hopeful man with a shadowed past and a smile brighter than the sun. You knew him, or she did. Maybe.
In the Fourth she felt his absence like a hole in the pit of her stomach. But in the Third, anguish consumed him, a world without his light. A world without hope. And thus Hope-Eater was forged from his rumination, starry maws opened up and devoured him and left a shadow in his place, killing him and leaving a form indistinguishable until he became like wax.
Then the Watcher slew the shadow with his magicks and destroyed it. Through effort, a fragment was purified. She called it by his name, thus he was remembered and lived on. She cast it into the sea, where I found it and gave it to the Dreamer.
She breathed life into it and made him real once again.
Remember this. Remember us, and remember to ignore those whispers from the darkness.
We're your only friends out here.
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