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There is a myth of the god sealed in the skies. How does it go again?

Seal the brother. Slay thine foe.

Where the night skies glow lavender and jade,

the beast stalks with talons, feathers, and beak aglow.

Fear when lights strike the morning skies with an unbroken blade.

It is the final warning of this world's coming death blow.

Or was it something about reaping the seeds we've sown? Eh, it probably wasn't important. It's only folklore, after all.