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Wizards, forced to climb.

Cursed with knowledge, ahead of our time.

The stone rolls back, and fate persists—

We conjure meaning in the mist


O Sisyphus,

Our brother crowned,


We find revolt

In cursed ground.

Wizards, doomed to try,

We raise the dead and question why.

The stone rolls back, our wills persist—

In every chant, the cursed resist.


O Sisyphus,

With wand in hand,


We draw defiance in the sand.

In endless dark, we make our stand...


The wizard's curse—

To understand.