The door that finally opens. With light flooding in. Spilling put on the floor. The core that never was. Now it will be what was there before. Every step every beat every thought every breath Everything is longing. Every wind every wave every sky every cloud every grave is longing. Pulling you from the sky. Just like love will do. Pulling you from the ground. Just like love will do. The holy gates are finally opened, and the sun is flooding in and spreading across the ground. The seemingly non-existent god has now taken on the appearance of the past. It longs for every step, every heartbeat, every thought, every breath. It longs to be the wind, the wave, the sky, the cloud, the eternity. It strongly attracts you from Skyrim, it loves you so much. It strongly attracts you from the earth, it loves you so much.
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