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Alice: Waiting in Niflheim

Melody

In the lower worlds, we wait without time; in transit. Worlds that exist only for us: In mists that shield the darkness. An interlude before a journey's end, and without thought or recourse. There is no fear; no beauty. Ys, that is; still, the bells toll. Our 'others' shall join us soon, before which this timeless world will again be unmade.

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