Malachite Mountains from Turris Eburnea by Turris Eburnea

I’ve lost the specters of my deep youthful faith amongst the rubble and the soil. I walk abreast my affliction entangled with the shadows of the man I used to be.
In contemplation I have melt away...
In this fatal blight and degradation, where the clatter of a decadent spoiled population that once occupied it still echoes, now lies its lonesome epitaph in ruination. In ruination...
I can no longer remember my quest. I’ve been lost in the unspoilt alleys where time has interrupted its course for days, maybe years.

I look at my self deformed by a strange liquid that lies inside a lonesome puddle.
Who I am and where I’m going? In this ominous desolation I turn my gaze to the mounts, brightened by a breeze so pure and fresh.
I distinguish them clearly, but they’ve never been so far.

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