mournful clapping

Do you even remember who you are? Or am I alone in carrying that torch? I will not allow you to change. I am your gatekeeper.

distant drunk

I march into the sun beside you. Your fanged smile calms me. I accept your generous offer of redemption. The ending you provide will be a good one.

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