But the wall collapsed on us, and our light flickered out, one by one.
The flame still burns, though, however small it may seem, flickering in the deepest recesses of our dreams, waiting to be ignited once again and burn with such rage that it will blind who ever sees it.
And so, after 9 years, the time has come to pour fuel into that once bright beacon, and [pray] light our way into the darkness.
We gotta talk about that font, man... LOL... Joking. I am game. Does this feel like a page off the Watchmen?
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