


Purgatory Verse
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Switches on the extra skill of
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Flowers always wither and scatter, even without the wind. Perhaps that is why the gods visit destructive storms upon the lands. Even if this eternal forest were to fade to red, I would not wish to leave the place I love. It is because flowers wilt that they are beautiful. Glorious spirits of the land, I surrender myself to purgatory and leave you this verse. For now we must say goodbye.










