I slumber throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind.
Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end.
A wanderer I am indeed...
...the son of the moon...
and I will carry mountains soon.A burden I was for those who woke the sun.
I threw their masks away, lit my torches and burned their eyes.Forgiven I never was.But I will carry mountains soon.
A burden, is it not?
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