Everything was still, except for a quiet humming. With correct guidance from the moons, he found his way into what looked like the deepest depths. Yet, Azrheus pressed on, determined to give up everything, even his sanity, at the cost of bringing Ephemera back to him. The accounts of his once mystical stories began to lack the depth and passion they once held. The deeper he traveled, the less his mind felt like his own. He traveled deeper into the infinite abyss, continuing to talk, telling his stories, hoping he would reach Ephemera, feeling close to her but further apart all at the same time. It seemed the moons were with him once again, helping Azrheus navigate the dark and twisted corridors.
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