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    The Lord of the Mysteries stands and listens to His Blessed as time loses meaning.

    A field of flowers grows as divinity consumes the last remains of kindness.

    A petition is spoken as hope is redifined.

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    What is the shape of absence. What is the sound of sacrifice. What is hope that rings against the chest and claws? More than memory, more than a reading of thoughts, a control that colors itself over the shape of reminiscence.

    What is it like to walk the earth besides them? To take a million faces and see their laughter and play games- acting again and again- shaping a stage that does not require blood to be shed. But can only know the holding of a breath in how it makes a child laugh and a passerby flee in fear... You had known some of those shapes so well my Lord.

    (aka my max divinity Klein fic that has way too many flowers and blood :)))

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