“My baby... Oh, my baby”

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Anything. Anything but the cruel fate of burial. Not for himself, but for his lover: you. You and Zandik were lovers before you were discovered. His secret passion project specifically. One that could elevate humanity to divinity. And you, his assistant, his lover, his other half supported him in everything. Which is why you both were sentenced. Not by exile, but by death. Death by burial.

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Was listening to this song & thought about the Hasanlu Lovers. So, I decided to make something angsty. Nothing fancy. Something quick & easy, like a PB&J.

Enjoy.