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Awakening. To this darkness.
To the cold, numbing frigidy.
To hear naught but silence.
It warms this soul.

So still, so cold...
Naught but a shadow against the dark stones.
With no movement.
Life is lost.

A sigh.
The eyes of the dead
upon this cold, bitter land.
The soft cries of agony echoing to the high walls above.

The knight.
Surrounded by the shining aura of light.
A star in the death city's sky.
Alone.

Death.
It shrouds the land and its ruins.
Death.
Licking at the faint edges fo the wanderer's memory.

A flicker.
The clash of steel upon steel.
A sigh.
Silence.

The city is silent once more.