On some occassions.
Only on some occassions...
on some occassions...
I have been found.
Dropping the mask, a violent wind tunnel, storms inward.
An Empire of doorways, left opened, closing in on the present-time.
A chamber of secret.
I crawl into the pit of my desire.
Will not recieve me?
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