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A sad truth, that. For even when I wake, I feel I am dreaming, for the world is so surreal and strange from the one I once knew. Those, my allies, my kyn, the faces of those I called family and...

I like the poetry, but I see it in a different light. The land may be subject to the gods, but I see it more as a canvas, and those who wake, its painters. A never-ending work in progress, whose...