The Darkener's Console

> It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Retrograde —

Pull me in
I’m getting lost
In my path
I’m in retrograde

Let it sink in
All that’s possible
Do the math
We’re not in dismay

I’m falling behind
And you’re not blind
Please help me…

I’ve been trying
But you’ve been lying
Splashes on the street

You’ll return once again
The sun will shine, my friend

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