It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
Information processed and received, all there was left to do was figure out the rest of the precision and patterns. For a couple of moments, gathered amongst and amidst themselves, they worked through several angles and particulars, until something jumped out. Checking, and rechecking, processing along the notions and ideals, he nodded his own confirmation of the possibilities. A few more scratches on the piece of parchment, agreements abound and shared, the Sword stepped toward the door once more, intending to piece and parse together the remaining word.
“Just as stones only nod, diamonds just fade magically, and mageglass joins.”
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Deimos enters ‘joins’ into the door.
“Just as stones only nod, diamonds just fade magically, and mageglass joins.”
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Deimos enters ‘joins’ into the door.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
