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Medium of the lost
I am the Vagabond, the voice of the dead, ear of the living.
Why am I telling you this?
I can only interact with the world in this manner
I can neither save nor stop them
Only after everything is over, just for those empty words, can I uncover the grave to dig them out
There are only two kinds of people in this world that are meaningful to the dead and lost
Only writers can revive them within dreams
Only dreamers can dig them out of their graves and reveal the truth
In order to revive the words noted down in God's memoir within dreams
Strongly believing that there is meaning in the things we've lost
Why am I telling you this?
I can only interact with the world in this manner
I can neither save nor stop them
Only after everything is over, just for those empty words, can I uncover the grave to dig them out
There are only two kinds of people in this world that are meaningful to the dead and lost
Only writers can revive them within dreams
Only dreamers can dig them out of their graves and reveal the truth
In order to revive the words noted down in God's memoir within dreams
Strongly believing that there is meaning in the things we've lost
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