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"Behind your mirror, V names VIRIC, the colour of shallow sleep."
The words are written in a bizarre ink, this is the color of Viric, read carefully, lest you fall for the enchantment in these words.
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I remember…
I remember, once, your beautiful touch.
That warm, pallid skin, grazing through long-forgotten fields of grass.
It tempted the mind so, I yearned to break these roots and walk alongside you.
One day, I saw you fly with the sun.
Your wings fluttered like soft threads of silk, wispy and magical, It was a scene I will never forget.
Then, I saw the other.
That white hair, white hair and red cloth.
Bloody camellias, bloody [ ]
And their damnable leader holding you hostage, flying through a sky they did not deserve.
Was this why you could no longer tread these fields anymore?
It is not jealousy, it’s an action done for all of us.
That you may be free once again, and you may walk through the fields of Viric once again.
To you, Oberon, the one who stole our fairy queen.
Heed this warning, heed our call, our numbers grow and yours dwindle, we will take to the skies and you will have not a single_
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The ink grows thin and the paper turns flimsy beyond this point.
It seems someone was angry at this book, once.
It’s long in the past, though.
A small remark, in Violant ink, rests by the end of the page.
“Violant indelibly lingers in one's memory and is often unnerving to stare at for too long. It is very difficult to forget anything written in violant ink.”
