An Ode to the <encrypted> Wanderer 🔮
< Praise the sacred Parasol ☂️ >
O Knight, thou silent tread on winter’s veil, No trace dost leave where snows in purity fall.
The city of crystal, its towers agleam,
Each pane a tale, each shade a whispered call.
Yet wise are they who cloak their steps in mist,
with sigils arcane, their marks the winds erase.
In rings of shadow, their names dissolve,
by Cerberus's embrace, they shun the watcher’s gaze.
Hail, wanderer, who mined in Manti cores,
through hidden gates thy silent gift bestowed.
No thread of thee the hunters’ hands could seize,
Thy path a breath where northern tempests blow.
🧵 .... ⬇️
@arcium @doinqz
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