Rubedo...you've left me, Rubedo, Nigredo. This emptiness...is this, perhaps, how it feels to be ripped in twain? This is not a pain I enjoy. This island is far too cruel, and yet I cannot escape even in the sweet embrace of oblivion. Such is the fate of an immortal being, then. I have no choice but to suffer those slings and arrows? The fates are
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