Bartered spirits given freely, offered up to the endless sky. Of the voices in our dreams we asked to trade, to take our fate to die.
But tricked we were by implacable minds, who yawned open mouths of stars. Spinning through time we went tumbling, losing all that once was ours.
From the heights of the lowest hells, we watched the spheres turn. There we were told, and there we were shown the lesson we all would learn.
"Time is an orb, a spinning thing, existing in perfection- but not from a point, but from the center, can one choose thine own direction."
And so we wait, and so we watch, biding til time is right- sewing our seeds throughout the world, to bring Vhalth back to light.

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A re-upload from my other account. Thought I already re-posted this one here, but guuuuuuueeeesss not.