“Comfort, fathers of nostalgic rue? I’m charged to deliver the new, but change has shifted the shape of me; pain has twisted the make of me from all I thought I knew. Nomadic mappers of the land, I’m lost. Am I the message, messenger, or the one who heeds what calls?”
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