We're searching for the light
It's getting hard to find
Unending dark surrounds
seems someone creeps behind
I turn around but none
makes sound or shows face
uneasiness still grows
I know we must make haste
The tunnel's growing steeper
The walls we cannot climb
No way out of this chasm
I have lost track of time
I keep seeing ghouls
As I rely on my own strength
I've lost all sight ahead
It seems to have grown length
I feel my friends are worried
I sense impending dread
I pray to God for guidance
And light shows just ahead
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Fantasy is only a myth if you believe it is.
Believe in the unbelievable because
believing doesn't always have to be seeing.
Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves.
- Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Believe in the unbelievable because
believing doesn't always have to be seeing.
Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves.
- Jean-Jacques Rousseau