From deep within the ancient dream awakes,

Great anger fuelled; divinity evoked,

Forgotten fear, the ground it shakes,

A world called Seres, drowned and choked.

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On the longest darkest night,

Cold is despair’s bitter bite.

Find the Graces, be swift despite

Against time itself, a cruel fight.

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One on the pennant, on display,

one in your back,

One to the steward’s great dismay,

Leading the heir on the right track.

One lost in time and space,

One in the richest, golden hoard.

One gives the turmoil due its chase,

One struck by the right chord.

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The end of the seven-pointed sun,

In the molten heart, where it all began.

Lost, those who destroy and rearrange,

Can’t bring the long awaited change.

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Its wrath will tear the realm asunder,

A mortal wound, death galore.

The world goes under,

All life in uproar

And nothing will be as before.