It wasn't fire.
It wasn't shadows.
It was emptiness —
the absence of hope.
The Second Archivist roared:
> "You can't destroy me.
I AM the consequence of your love."
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It wasn't fire.
It wasn't shadows.
It was emptiness —
the absence of hope.
The Second Archivist roared:
> "You can't destroy me.
I AM the consequence of your love."
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