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I, of infinity, I grasp
the reins of the foul
breathed beast.
The dragon of
our paltry mountain,
the spectre who judges
our endless diversion.
And from the colorless
echoes of the void, I,
of infinity, watch
as the cloud grows.
The cloud that will
devour you
and your dragon
and your mountain
and your souls.