Behold the mighty mountain, shining brightly in the blazing sun.
We stand in the deepest grasses, turned to face
those whom they have left for us.
Between sea and sand, between the fires of heaven and the boundless joys of brotherhood,
we find ourselves wanting more.
For what man can build a tower without first considering the freedom
of the autumn leaves?
Who can calm the storm within, or dim the shadow's infinite flame?
The morning sun rises, and the truth must be told. We must all embrace
what those who have gone before have deemed us worthy of.
We must all cast aside our...
Masks of Deception.
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