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"WHAT IS IT?", you ask yourself.
But you dare not investigate.

You are too afraid.
Too afraid to contemplate the atrocities,
that occur withing the ancient walls of this,
this place of unexplainable power and mystery.

You are alone,
alone and lost in this strange tower.
Everything is foreign to you.
You stop,
unable to travel further.

You are afraid.
Afraid of what lies ahead in this unknown enviroment.
You try to escape,
but alas you cannot find an exit,
nor an entrance.
"HOW DID I GET HERE?", you do not know.

This place you awoke in,
this place you shall die in.
Held together by the magic of one.
The one.

This is his domain,
his citadel.
It is here he creates his art.
The art of magic.

It is here you shall fall,
like the many before you.
You cannot escape.

Once you are consumed,
by the unearthly magic contained herein.
All hopes are lost,
you give up and perish.

The Twisted Tower - Cybernary [Gothic] 11.12.93

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