Lifeless String
Found in Mirror Cleft, the place from whence giants came. As ordinary as twine.
The marsh in which their threads first tread would be a court of guardians; where storms would not cease and blood not yield their shields; where futile rebellion thrived their example; where they believed it could not reach them their sanctuary.
From the faraway we fled, no space enough. For an insatiable thirst, nothing quenches, no drink enough. No place safe, no hope unslaked, no life untouched—nothing enough. Fear the Fog. Fear the Fog.
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Notes: Ties to one individual. Upon tying, this individual immediately respecs their character.