I flew far away on a mystical journey querying death culture.
It was night time. I bypassed the souls that I cherished the most, and I transformed into a cold transparent figure.
I made some buddies by the churchyard. I worked to approach death and understand his needs without fear.
The new city embraced me with her empty gardens, but her shades avoided me, with skepticism. The language barrier kept me far. They were doubtful of my appearance.
I managed to earn the trust of the underworld and his beasts, but the old lady replied with sarcasm, your light hasn't waned yet.

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