> The Darkener's Console

The troll's axe barely misses your ear.

The Fountain —

The Fountain

At times we pull from it
Stronger than others

Sometimes it runs dry
And we die of dehydration

It is the thing that we live from
We cannot pinpoint

But when it is here
We know it

We drink it

We live it

Spread your arms and yell
Keep the feeling close
We need it more than ever


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