by ShooterShotter
Death is not the end for those who cling to the waning light of life. The feeble of will wither into ash. The resolute walk a path toward death. This march is arduous. It is a solemn blessing to some, an accursed blight to others. To move deathward is a fading ideal, steeped in ruin.
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