With utter dismay, a boundless aura portrayed in which one could truly say due to the weathered soil at stake, many templates were driven
"As my sight is vague and night transitions to day, I coincide with the breeze throughout artificial structures that is my name
I ask for the gate that has embedded my mere existence unto a vivid Chirov relates"
"Lightened chatter isn't what one must towards a God as myself
A sudden suffocation of infinite concepts might, indeed help
With great remorse, we fancy for my brother
Unfortunately, how desperate Chirov had to be as he ate his developing hunger