Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Never Ending The shifting winds tore the plains apart Rustling the ivy leaves Hundreds of voices in the night The echo of the wind The voice of emptiness Fills all but the hollow tree Where fear chants and lie For you must now die Resting upon the sacrificial altar Rain wiping and lashing The silver dagger glistening with water Slowly rising, quickly falling To hurtle against blank thought Waking from a dream that never was .. . Cypher .Shiver
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