[b]TRANSMISSION INCOMING....[/b]

......[color=440e62]..... Connected.

The chaos burned the stars and stones,
The quartz a molten seed.
It prophesized of violent dark,
Of copper doomed to bleed.
The screams a hymn of pain,
And bone to black oblivion.
With night a raw and gaping wound,
Its heart..... Obsidian.[/color]

[b]TRANSMISSION END.[/b]

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