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Track 6 of Chapter VIII: In Which The Symmetry Is Restored Once More
Disclaimer: the words are merely a read-along to their respective songs, acting as a poetic telling of the true story
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Stillness pervades
as my trepidating feet
wander ever forth,
curious about what I'd find.
Into a cavernous centre
I stumble,
gears and machineries,
giant and minuscule,
covering all I see,
sit still and lifeless,
caked in rust.
I reach out to touch one
when a cautionary voice
calls out.
A man in tattered clothes,
eyes near-black from dilated pupils,
evidence of living in the darkness
for so long.
He seems suspicious,
about to scold,
but he sees my glowing heart
and smiles, his face no longer cold.
He's been waiting for one foretold
since times old,
that would come and restore
the Guardian to the fold.
Yet sadness casts itself
upon his face,
for he and his people
still feel a disgrace.
I assure him to hold on
to hope and his worth,
and ask where the others
are hiding in this forgotten berth.
They come from behind
the gears and the walls
and surround me, all.
Then the man hands over a book,
much like the one in the castle,
and I'm shown the rest
of the truth
and an ancient test,
from before rich and poor.
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