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Shapeless, nameless, yet we we avoid it where we may. We pour the water into a twisted glass, then marvel that it has taken its shape.
It can only follow what it has been given.
Take a moral from the tale: it lies within, 'twixt shadow and soul, and what we see around us, and we have no need of wives to pour ice along our backs.
For the darkest things dwell in the hearts of men.
It can only follow what it has been given.
Take a moral from the tale: it lies within, 'twixt shadow and soul, and what we see around us, and we have no need of wives to pour ice along our backs.
For the darkest things dwell in the hearts of men.