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Underneath a starless sky a Shadow walks alone, dissolving in the black of night while its breath gets lost into
the silence. Slumbering thoughts go back for centuries, when everything was different, when everything was
divine. This Shadow miserably carries a burden on its insubstantial shoulders, wearing paradoxal reeking
garments. With every step, leaving a desert behind, a weight in the soul grows. With every step an ancestral
ferociousness grows. With every step the Shadow redefines itself, while a fire burns inside. Everything that was
now just seems a remembrance and nevertheless parasite worms are still chewing the last remains of life. The
Shadow gets rid of that putrid outfit, for too long this useless waste has been tolerated, for too long this desecration
has been permitted. The Demon of the Earth discloses, standing forlorn and wrathful upon the ruins, the decay of
æsthetics and the death of all philosophies.