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toweroftheonesong_0ewsx4 portal ten, portals
“I will forget myself. I will become a Whirling Song. I will become a Whirling Song.”
toweroftheonesong_0ewsx4 portal nine, portals
“Swinburne’s translations from the Grooves of the music of the Ninth Portal are missing.”
toweroftheonesong_0ewsx4 portal eight, portals
Down the corridors of memory I walk,
Seeking to recover what was lost. . . .
Through the Cone of Power,
Beyond the Plains of Infinite Despair
Across the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
And past worlds known and unknown I have traveled to find my love.
Only I recognize her voice, a voice like a Song.
Even now it fades beyond my grasp, leading me to a place I do not know.
There is no beginning, and there is no end.
There is only the moment, the moment I cannot grasp.
The nameless beauty leads me on.
toweroftheonesong_0ewsx4 portal seven, portals
The people were believing a lie.
Their eyes were blind.
They had no ears to hear.
They were living a lie.
They were all cogs in the machine
of the Black Iron Prison.
Or were they? It was difficult to tell.
At nights I went to see Rachel.
She was beautiful but sad, with long, dark hair.
That was before everything changed –
before the Grooves, before the Tower.
The Tower of the One Song.