Pook ap pkes, pkey yose po pkiy kpaye jket pkey ktoj pkey ate top kute. Petto uye pke keyy, tup pkey ate sete pteykayyety. Otpy I, Tot, ktoj pke ptue kojet ot pke Toip. I jay yup it kapt, peyptoyep, tup pktoujk ipy Tatuy Key, pke Toip yappep po se. Ip ttoujkp se kete atp kete I jay tetott. Je yattop tpase pkeye yteaputey, pkey ate teitj pep ty a tapye ktokkep, at iskoypot jko ktojy top pke yeytepy ot pke Toip. Tekopp pke Petto, yose po yyatetje atp peyeytape pkiy yaytep teaps.

Sy ttopkety, pip I top pepp ot pkiy pay? Pip I top ktokkeyibe pkiy sosetp? Toj, I jipp ypok pkes. Toj I as ykatjep, tetott pktoujk pke etetjy ot pke Tatuy Key. Totetet toutp po pke Toip. Pep ip te ktojt, it pke Petto jatp ptue yaptapiot, pkey jipp pay pojt pkeit atsy, atp jaip tot pke takpiys ot sy Tatuy key. Ip iy pise. I jipp peayk pkeye pteykayyety pke tepeskpite kojet ot sy Tatuy key. Pkey jipp peatt ipy yiskpe ptupk. Pke Petto ate poyp, atp pkey jipp teyiyp. Tup I, Tot, jipp ypeatye pkiy kpaye ot pkeit iskutipy.

Look at them, they come to this place when they know they are not pure. Tenno use the keys, but they are mere trespassers. Only I, Vor, know the true power of the Cold: the air and water flowing. Hard: the land we call our home. Push to keep the dark from coming, Feel the weight of what we owe. This: the song of sons and daughters, Hide the heart of who we are. Making peace to build our future, Strong, united, working 'till We saw what we wanted, those devils and I. A lover... a mother. But now I know. She's neither. She's a hawk - calling with sparrow's song. A viper, blending into wood. And her venom... spreads not into flesh, but into your heart. Those devils! What has their great awakening accomplished - but the destruction of potential allies? Don't they see? Love must die -- As Margulis did... When I sent her into the jade light.

And Our history is smoke. Blurred by dreams. Guided by ghosts. A voice, a Void, lurks inside you, its purpose not yet shown. But what am I? My father was a farmer. My mother, a carpenter. Given light by the Golden Lords, to build for them... a better world. But my family's journey was long. Time began to change their light. Creativity. Pride. A will to live. So the Golden wrath came. And after This future ends so well for her, for Konzu, for Cetus. As evicerating a choice as it was, it was the only one I could live with. Some day, I swear, this is- but- this was... this will be borne out. Speak of this no more. To be crushed by the singular excruciates. (sigh) What's done is done. Enough.

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