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“Whether by the sword or by the slow decay of time, your friends will die. And there will be no comfort for you, no comfort to ease the pain of their passing. They will come to death, an image of splendor among their equestrians, in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, you will linger on, in darkness and in doubt, as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.”
Blender + Photoshop
Blender + Photoshop
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