Lush plains, verdant forests, open seas and snowy mountains, all vistas I had seen in my youth. They are now no more than twisted vestiges torn apart by that vile thing. Wastes of war and blood are all that remain in this accursed world after the War of Change. I lay with fear of its return every night and I cannot bear it any longer. I hope when this night ends, my soul returns to a place where there are stars in the sky and hope in people’s eyes. If you are wise, you too should end your life before the final reckoning.
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