Behold this empty husk of a land...⏎ Populated only by storms, ruins and abominations. It wasn't always thus.⏎ I was once the Count of 2 living blocks, esteemed by my peers. I had progeny!⏎ From within my vessel of flesh, I would perch upon this spot to observe the rising of the sun.⏎ Corporeal matters seem so distant now. Most have forgotten this place, but I remain.⏎ Perhaps I reminisce because I cannot go. Perhaps I cannot go because memory traps me here.🏁
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Behold this empty husk of a land...⏎ Populated only by storms, ruins and abominations. It wasn't always thus.⏎ I was once the Count of 2 living blocks, esteemed by my peers. I had progeny!⏎ From within my vessel of flesh, I would perch upon this spot to observe the rising of the sun.⏎ Corporeal matters seem so distant now. Most have forgotten this place, but I remain.⏎ Perhaps I reminisce because I cannot go. Perhaps I cannot go because memory traps me here.🏁