min_ffxlms
âÛªàœŽ--- âž ðð¥ððððš ð± ð«ððððð«/ð¬ððð«ððŠðšð®ðð¡ð ð± ð«ððððð«
ââââââââââââââââââââââ
ðð¡ðð©ððð« ðð°ðš; ð«ðððšð¯ðð«ð²ÊẸ̣̣̈ÍÉ â± [18 minutes]
ââââ"Stitch, attach, and sew.
Conjure my vigor, sadness and woe.
For I have reaped what was sewn.
May she watch over this land of snow.."
ðð¡ðð©ððð«(); _____ ÊẸ̣̣̈ÍÉ â± [__ minutes]
ââââ ðð¢ðð¥ðšð ð®ð âââââââ
â We're both puppets, aren't we? Crafted by the hands of our deity, weaponized
for war, or perhaps to become a vessel. But in this day and age, we are ðð
ðððððð needed. Our glory has expired. We're ðððððð ððððð like useless
empty shells... but ððð were ðððð
ððð in reminiscence of ð ððððð. â
ð®ð§ðð¢ð§.
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