“So often, are you as a blazing torch with flames, of burning rags falling about you flaming, you know not if flames bring freedom or death. Consuming all that you must cherish if ashes only will be left, and want Chaos and tempest..”
“…Or will the ashes hold the glory of a starlike diamond… The Morning Star of everlasting triumph.”
The Word is SHADES.
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