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The moon is my sun; the stars, my guide.
The abyss calls me, and I answer.
Celebrate the macabre and don’t apologize.
Even the darkest hearts crave a flicker of love.
Wisdom grows where the sunlight doesn’t reach.
Darkness isn’t absence—it’s where the soul thrives.

Death bowed its head,
stretched out its bony hand…
It embraced and invited along,
as if it had met a dear friend…