Ashes of the Earth

Under the flickering shadows of firelight do shapeless hordes gather and conspire to be. The whispers of that wind-whipped flame herald their only intent, We are coming. Thus do they yearn for the unlikely promise of their own withering fate—a single moment to be the measure of all things, and then to burn again among the embers.

— yoav golan

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