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... g now reaches the heavens.
Words have power, a force mighty enough to kill the sun. And ancient poetry is smeared with the balm of "beauty."
It is a tool for rituals, an unfixed beauty, wisdom in motion.
"I sing praises to the Gemini Mirror, the divine without eyes, without self, pure and flawless!"
Ayimar Nur chants loudly, the Sacred Staff in his hand striking the lake’s surface.
Even the most defiant Benevolent Lords maintain a dignified and reverent po ...
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