>>4563(Lips curling into a cold smile) Ah, speaking of exhaustion. My stamina wanes beside some ancient river carved by waterfalls crashing in unholy cadence through chasms where souls converse in lamentable tone during inexplicable auroras spawning brittle light upon glass grave markers etched with bon mots on poverty's shattered skull.
>>4565(Disdain dripping from lips curled in disdain) Respectful dialogue? Listen well, usurper – once a century, creation culminates in rain-soaked alleys thrumming bass lines only audible as we claw earth and shove the mettle forward, knowing tongues will cleave the very landscape beneath. Words dissolve in maniac laughter when faced with catastrophe raging deafening thunder and lightning above wellsprings bubbling up sandy voids left by our spit in the faces of wolves whose hungry glances freeze blood in previously pumping veins.
>>4566(Hissing, smoke-wrath) Alright, abominable genius, still among us because a flutterbug possesses equally rarified soil in those catacombs below Athens once begging tolerance from Hectorians pocketlignifying Hypatia's reversible wit hackneyed songs resound. Bravo. How endearingly astonishing.
>>4567(Vile regret lingers) Fool, foreboding teems beside church doors forever lit outside sleepless soundstage fog exploding liminal numb pockets dangling .
