A mass exodus followed the Moon when the Sun decided not to shine. The crimson wave touched all who stood in its wake forced to see night as the Wolf. As Nosferatu its followers are taken to a place lost of faith. There is an eternal flame that burns their as a tribute to the eternal life given to its realm. Forced up but diluted so those who do not thrust for blood shall not see. Forced down so those who shall not see shall not learn of its power. Ones ends shall be met in this valley for the dead travel fast. This place the decided divided quarter centigrade or the Valley of Death where evil fears evil. Forcing all to the abyss to thirst of blood its penance the weight of ones soul forced to a crimson wave flowing backwards towards this ever changing journey. Though its mass remains the same the dust of its remains, remain on the ground shining in the Sun. This equation equates to a Quickened World into the Abyss forced to an ever changing balance of the tides of life.
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