Gala's Call

[BLOX]

Oh, you poor, poor souls...

Listlessly, the wind whistles. As though the coming of the chosen was foretold.

For a moment, the world goes still. As though someone had forcefully

held the world in their hands, keeping it from spinning any longer.

Never-ending, one awaits the arrival of the inheritors of their will.

Waiting, and waiting, for a song that will never be sung.

I will release you from this pain.

Come. Be free.

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