To Whom It May Concern:

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The Mother's tongue.

One-One-Three. One-Two-Three.

Starlight for my gaze.

A draft may soon come for me.
Let me hear what the winds will speak.

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With so much an expanse before us, I wonder of the World beneath.
What is it like? 
Cast your words upon the breeze.
Let them drift past my ears.




I hear your ambitions. I see your work.
To that which I will add-
The great benefactor, an Overseer 
Always there, Always watching.



The broken horn is still just as ever sharp. 
On one occasion, black rises unlike the night, but equally as cold
Maybe more so.
Have our worlds truly not changed in millennia?




No matter.
Tell me more of this
Let me find myself in you
Speckled gaze, troubled gaze
You are only Human, and shan't forget this-
All the More to press on.




So do that. I am here.
Waiting.

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