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Who Am I?
I am he who peeks timidly from around the corner, he who lurks harmlessly in the darkness; who fades with the dawn only to return once again at sunset. A lost cavern, buried with the ages of forgotten lore and all of the riches, much fine gold and glistering silver, and the vast expanses of knowledge and verse having ceased with me. I am the narrow and straight path having been slowly bent and broken with the withering heights of a lonely life, a minion in the bitter dregs of rambling, babbling promises unfulfilled. I am in the wind and in the rain, each delicate little droplet crashing and shattering violently against an equally delicate bud of rose, the arid and foot-scorching sand, wind blown cyclones of memory lost. I am the precious little time we all have in this life, going unredeemed, and the bastian of no hope, all for the sorrow of he who is lost.