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I sit, surrounded by great columns of ash and fire. An unholy, and unjust orchestra playing over the crackling and explosions. I see nothing but shadows and light. I feel like I'm waiting to be born into a new world. And when I do arrive, hell will follow with me. Death and disaster a plenty. Tears and torrents, flooding across the mountain ranges. Who would have thought something so bitter and wrong could be so sweet and right. I can't wait.