After all these struggle, after all the fights, after all the work, after all hope abandoned the citadel; the last fortress has been taken by the enemy; I don't know where I'll hide my loneliness tonight, but I must keep looking straight until the sun rays light my cold and empty soul. I lost the happiness, the laughter, my smile and maybe even my sanity… 53 moons are left; my time is close to expiration.
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