Hello, again. It’s been a while since i was last here, was chained to this miserable reflecting pool. i dreamt of burning chariots and cursed the world for asking me to jump higher and higher. But hey, look. I made it. I’ll take my seat right here, next to my old, rusted shackles. There, nice and comfortable in the cold ocean spray. How have you been, my Moon with the whittled grimace? I forgot about you, to be honest. Too busy dying elsewhere to die over here. I was too busy

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