I hear the cry of another soul who lost their way. The somber sobs of the mortal, not new to me. As I reach the lake the soul is near I see the one who was crying, a human mortal weeping over the lake’s water. I walk up to them, the scent of them is young, pristine. How could another young one be fated to death this early? I sit next to them and place a hand on their shoulder Dear, when you are ready, we shall go. Yet when I see their beautiful face, I almost gasp in awe. How gorgeous
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