Through the Keyhole

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Inside the Room the worlds are born

It also is where they die

 

Endless though it may appear, it is, not as it seems

 

Brother, you have had the preparation; hole widening as the peek sneaks to need

Your craving, your lust of destruction; abilities ever alert as the tail plows the strong and weak…

 

We share this combination, this way of being

It is

Time

to open the door and release a new World, one where death is only a tool needed and soon, discarded, letting us seek new worlds, new battlegrounds, new plays; shedding both of our skins  and flying what it is we are meant to be, beholden to nothing mortal or immortal other than…

Brothers of eternity.

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