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Art by Lola Yiting Zhang

[abismoa0horas]

Fragment from "Sons of the Dark Age"

— Oh, Lhoxia, oh... understand the glory of the fact, — said old Rods.

The girl said nothing, just looked at the old man.

She walked closer to the bed where he lay.

— Lhoxia, do you remember what I told you?

— Perfectly.

— Well... well... you see, you cannot act otherwise before the absurd. When it comes, well...

— I know, Rods. Darkness is not cradle, not dwelling. Don't be afraid. I’m not.

— Daughter of the dark age... You look much like those who came before you.

Why do you think it will be different with you?

— Nothing changes whether I fear fate or not. I must walk toward it.

And whatever it may be... I will be there. Just a shred.

Oh Rods, feel the glory.

— *Fragment from “Sons of the Dark Age” (Lost Edition, 1978)*

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[thecollectibles]

Pixel Art by Philipp A. Urlich

[abismoa0horas]

Fragment from "Sons of the Dark Age"

"In the sky, the absolute ice cream of despair.

And in the distance, Lhoxia walks towards me.

Towards us, sorry. Mirtha is with me.

I turn to her and say:

— Lhoxia knew all of this.

— Probably, Mirtha replies.

Lhoxia knows a lot about the skulls that danced in the new world.

Yes, danced — not will dance.

If you can foresee the future, it's because it already happened.

— Lhoxia has a certain charm, Mirtha pulls me out of my reverie.

I thought she was just... strange.

Now I understand — she's the daughter of these dark times.

And I think — though Mirtha may not agree —

that the Dark Age is not the end.

And that... worries me."

— *Fragment from “Sons of the Dark Age” (Lost Edition, 1978)*

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When u get bloodborned

[abismoa0horas]

. . . três pessoas tristes começaram a dançar . . .

mais pessoas tristes se puseram a cantar . . .

“ ô pássaros, ô pássaros —

é assim que dança a morte ? ”

“ dá cá, dá cá . . . a umbra alma solar ”

numa roda de morte,

quem pode falar ?

vem cá, vem cá

. . . três pássaros tristes passaram a observar . . .

mais pássaros tristes se puseram a grasnar . . .

“ quem vem lá, humano ? quem vem lá ? ”

“ é a noiva, é a noiva . . . ”

que noiva ? que noiva ?

— você não entende ? —

ela veio te buscar . . .

quem é ela ? quem é ela ?

as caveirinhas se colocaram a dançar . . .

matrimônio com a morte . . .

matrimônio com a morte . . .

lá . . . lá . . . lá . . .

“ por que danças, caveirinha ? por que danças ? ”

“ pra ela . . . pra ela . . . ”

se puseram a gritar . . .

. . . . . . .

ninguém entende . . . ninguém entende . . .

mas quando os sinos tocam, o convite é pra dançar . . .

dançar, dançar, até não lembrar . . .

quem chegou, quem ficou . . .

quem partiu . . . quem vai voltar . . .

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[abismoa0horas]

Gone now are the old times

Forgotten, time to hold on the railing

The Rubix cube isn't solving for us

Old friends, long forgotten

The old ways at the bottom

Of the ocean now has swallowed

The only thing that's left

Is us, so pardon the silence

That you're hearing is turning

Into a deafening, painful, shameful roar