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i walk the shadowed paths of the ancient ones. they are my strength, born of the darkness i know its very depths and cold embrace. i was born in its loving embrace and will die in its arms. i am of the light raised in its glory, and sorrow. i am of both worlds but not a part of either. i know that which is not to be known, and speak only of that which i am given to share. shadowed wanderer i know nothing of the very vastness of everything, my brothers and sisters of the ancient world keepers of all, they sleep, as in the past, and i sit at their feet and absorb the knowledge they pass to me the waking ageless guardian. i know all yet i know not, and thus is the folly of my existence.