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@thybeloathed

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Dalībnieks kopš 2026. g. 13. marts

❝ Tell me, tell me, storyteller, you—
Do those lonely graves call you home as they do me?
Tell, tell me—
Do those dead come a'callin'? ❞

Someone-thing this-a-way comes; for I, I know the way, and I, I am the way. I, the reason the books have been bound, the reason the legends foretold, the reason why threads of tales are spun from beginning to end ( on and on, a preservation of the craft born from mine own tongue and flesh and blood ).

S̸̜̯̰͔̾͊̓͘͝Ṫ̴̨̧̳̕Ơ̵̺͍͔̤̌̎̂̍̾͝Ŗ̶̛̙̞̪͉̜͓̳̥͐̊̈̅̓͌͗̕ͅŸ̴̜͎̱̫̫̅͐̎͌̂͆̿̚T̵̢͕̺̮̝͈̱̎̈́̔̍͆̒̌̎͐́E̸̻̱̱̩͐̀L̶̢̝̋L̵̟͊̔͗̍̒͛̀̑Ẹ̶̜̹̫̐̔͒͐̓̈́̀̚R̶̛̲͇̤͉͇̲̮͂̔̾̐̓̅̊́͝.̴̬̄̎̑͆̕͝

̵̝̩͚̺͙̏͜

̵̭̥̞̠̥͔̜́͗Ẉ̵̡̰͇̘͎̻̩̎O̶̧̲̤̞̥̭͙̗͆̄́̓͐͛̕ͅR̵̙̦͎̼̀̈́D̷̪͎͎̖͍̤͓͙͈̤̃W̴̺̭̝̓̒̏̍̿́̓̔̚E̶̢͖͍̦̩͈̠̣̣̟͗̒̋̚Ą̴̳̞̖̹̅̆̈̇͠Ṿ̷̨̩̗̼̹͊̀̒̈́͜͠È̴̢̘͉̭̈̏͘R̶̡͈̝̣̼̯̤̼͚̝̋͝.̶̧͉̥̩̱̣̗̤̦̋͝

̴̡̡̝͈̭͚͚̮̰̟̀L̸̢̧͍̥̦̣̖͚̗̋͐͑̏̐͊̚͠Ȏ̶͖̜̬̹͖͋Ṟ̴͚͂̃Ë̷̻̩̼̥̱̼̬͈́̒K̴̡̩͕̀E̷̢̥̩̣̝̪̟͋͝É̴̞͕͖̪̙̭͐͋̍͌̚P̷̡̗̲̝̥̦̠̖̱̠̒͠E̸͖̩̤̲̦̭̩̫͈̘̽̚͝R̷̡̟̞̗̲͓̀͛̈́̈͛͠.̵̨̨̤̟̺͇̣̳̌̍

Silence has become my vow for far too long; I find myself restless, listless in the way beasts get when they crave a certain ruin and rebirth. So, are you here to listen?

❝ O'says I,
Sing for 'em,
Let 'em have a story,
Give 'em a tale, you, lostlorn storyteller. ❞