My flame the amulet and other desires that flicker like orange daggers, they dance like the dark sun , unlike me pale in comparison small saplings nourished by the joyous mist then cooled by insanity.

Seeds but not of doom they bud just rise only above the soil they create an unknown a void where life should be, but none created.

I lost some mind zone a space where I once was, all that's left is a spiralling carpet.

So much more...... your Amulet.

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