> The Darkener's Console

With a great effort, the rug is moved to one side of the room, revealing the dusty cover of a closed trap door.

Dam —

I build and
I fill
This dam
I’m so dumb

But when it’s all over
And I fill it back up
It’ll be like
I come

Dam brought up to the brim
With poison
But the rain’s coming…

I’m gonna flush it all out
And close up the gate
Let time replenish
And life will thrive again


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