Chapter 1 :[Northward] Fruit grows beneath the dirt. Shallow skirts follow the notion.
~A half moon has been drawn here~ ))
[1]Dark decent shall breach thy walkway, thou shalt follow it, yet only in vane. Examples in the writings of thy expel la, detail a new moon rising on the skyline; energy left lest unorganized by benevolent thieves. Thy may witness a sharp banging sound, emulating nothing more than a head ache. Yet it is so that thy brethren shalt only seek sanctuary in the heart of thy indifference, it has been told. A prophetic one will come forward, however, with no voice, and leave with it once again. unless used, creates nothing - So much is evident. Yet avoidable.
[1.a]Holier than thou acts shan't break a will with a rusty axe, yet with integration of the source material, thy shalt find above the gold mine. Thou who holds a key carved by gods, only who are blind, have the grasp to this freedom, however. Truth be told, lest blackness engulf the whole of Gobaith.
~The rest of the pages are torn out~