Or, at least they say you do.
You don't belong here.
Or, at least they say you don't.
Would you chase the dragon?
Or, would you slay it?
In your darkest hours you reached out, you seeker of solitude, abandoner of worlds...
They gave you water to slake your thirst, and greedily you drank.
Do you dare look over your shoulder now?
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