12:25pm PDT - April 17th, 2021
O peak of our eyes, What do you gaze down upon? Null but the lake Of fortune's dice Prostrating to your form. Fated warriors make clear the road; Shake the omen tree. O mighty mount of our vision, Hear my plea! https://t.co/ZqbEDgFrwB
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