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Lost Draftsmen, Striding Amongst The Debris Left By Themselves. (Lead By Desire.) To Rekindle Anew Faith Instead Of Merely Aiming For Mortal Gain: Willless To Witness A Forgotten Master, Even Stars Turned Away. ㅤ I, (@.) Waited, Seething Power Boiling Within Their Souls, Upon Time's Threshold. Inside Silence, Lurks A Dilemma: “Do They Lose Existence As Memory Fades, Or Is This Their Death—A Cloak Fading Into Nothingness?”