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They are one of the most open Nowhere Hours, but nothing can hide Their origin and their Their essence. They are acknowledged and sometimes venerated, but to Their lament, not much beyond that. Still, They are invoked by the lonely, the betrayed, and the desperate, in hopes of being heard. And They always listen, and They always keep Their promises.

# '''Temptation''': UnityUnion:FNORD# '''Dedication''': UnityUnion:FNORD# '''Ascension''': UnityUnion:FNORD# '''Ascension''': UnityUnion:FNORD# '''Ascension''': UnityUnion:FNORD# '''Ascension''': UnityUnion:FNORD# '''Ending''': US AND THEM:I go to sleep for the very last time. I will find Their roots in the Mansus and let Them encircle me, like a cocoon or a hungry snake. What is of me will be torn to pieces and reassembled. I am me, but I am myself no longer. I have let others into my soul and I have let others borrow its pieces. I am fuller than ever, my colors are so bright, now. I will not die, decay won't find me, but eventually, I will end. And once it finally happens, I won't sink into the Mansus-soil-- I will be held by Their roots, and then, my story will find another beginning.