The kingdom fell. The voice did not. A lyric tragedy about what remains when what you believed yourself to be collapses — and you discover that something harder, colder, more yours, was surviving beneath.
The kingdom fell. The voice did not. A personal lyric tragedy.
By crossing into the Hollow, you accept that the stories held herein were not made to comfort you. You are a witness in the dark. There is no return. No assurance. And truth is a burden you shall bear alone.
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