V The Hierophant

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A terrible calamity overwrites your hearing like lightning, crashing until the deaf buzz in your ear almost forms words. At last, after seconds that stretch far too long, the silence comes, but still that monotonous ring is all you hear. Your chest aches, either from screaming or from your racing heart, and your face burns with tears you do not remember shedding. Still the Light shines, beautiful, terrible.

V The Hierophant

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