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Each time the crimson wind tears the earth

A thousand paths silently unwind

Voices without names cross death’s veil

Casting shadows to the distant hills

One will deep within the tower

Like a blade, it splits the clouds apart

Unmarked by steadfast stone

An unknown fire burns in silence

Placing hands on the barren land

Nothing blooms, nothing fades away

In the scent of crushed grass

The wind still searches for the answers it seeks

Ash-like rain wets the city’s stone

The bells of dawn never ring

The wind traces the remnants of prayers

An empty sky stretches, belonging to no one

Distant footsteps from a forgotten past

Still sleeping beneath the throne

The weight of chosen solitude alone

Merges into the frozen sky

Things unsaid on far-off hills

A solitary flame quietly flickers

Echoing from the crumbling earth

The wind carries its trace away in silence