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Pouring over ancient tomes

in search for a remedy to this noxious existence.

Transcend beyond this world of ruin

A prison of flesh, mortal tomb

Incantation scrawled in unknown runes

Release me from this plane of a noxious existence.

Lurching towards death.

Macrocosms in disconnect.

A dark spell to release from this hell.

Phantasm of loathsome realms

beckoned forth by a tolling death knell.

Existence lost to forlorn flame.

No longer bound to mortal planes.

Autonomy.