My soul is withering away, leaving my mortal body in agony. I am in the very depths of hell, save me. Blood runs like a river from my palm, giving way to visions of a grim future. A future of tyrants and death, lost souls wandering aimlessly through the void that once contained our feeble planet. My form split open, and locusts flew out into the abyssal sky.
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