àìéñ éöàä.
áîñê äôúéçä, úçëå ÷öú....... åúùîòå àú Elise îñôøú àú älore ùìä.
The Shadow Isles. They say they don't exist. Mythical islands haunted by ghosts and specters. Tales to frighten children. But I know better; I have been there. When I first set foot there, I immediately knew something was wrong with that place. My skin crawled, and in the pit of my stomach, I felt a terrible revulsion. Life didn't belong there. But I also knew, somehow, deep inside, I knew, that the islands welcomed me. They wanted me. As I wandered deeper, I saw death all around me. Ghostly trees, grass, and flowers engulfed me in their horrifying radiance. It was so quiet and so beautiful. I passed my hand through a spectral leaf fluttering in the wind, but there was no wind. That was when I understood that Death was another world, and I was at its door. Then I heard the song: The Spider's song. My companion cried out in terror and fell to his knees. I embraced him. I told him he had nothing to fear; he was going to a better place. I will take them ALL to a better place.
àéé äöì. äí àåîøéí ùäí ìà ÷ééîéí. äàé äàâãé øãåó òì éãé äùãéí åøåçåú øôàéí. ñéôåøéí ùðåòãå ìäôçéã éìãéí. àáì àðé îëéøä èåá éåúø, àðé äééúé ùí. ëàùø ãøëä øâìé ùí ìøàùåðä îééã éãòúé ùîùäå ìà áñãø òí àåúå äî÷åí. òåøé ñîø, åáùéôåìé äáèï, äøâùúé ñìéãä ðåøàéú. çéé ìà ùééëéí ìùí. àáì àðé âí éåãòú, àéëùäå, òîå÷ áôðéí éãòúé, ùäàééí ÷áìå àåúé. äí øöå àåúé. ëùùåèèúé òîå÷ éåúø, øàéúé àú äîååú ñáéáé. òöé øôàéí, ãùà, ôøçéí åäöéôå àåúé áæåäø äîæòæò ùìäí. æä äéä ëì ëê ù÷è åëì ëê éôä. àðé äòáøúé àú äéã ùìé ãøê òìä øôàéí, îúðôðó áøåç, àáì ìà äééúä ùåí øåç. æä äéä ùäáðúé ùäîååú äåà òåìí àçø, åàðé äééúé áãìúä. åàæ ùîòúé àú äùéø: äùéø ùì äòëáéùéí. äðìååä ùìé æò÷ áàéîä åðôì òì áøëéå. çá÷úé àåúå. àîøúé ìå ùàéï ìå îä ìôçã, äåà äåìê ìî÷åí èåá éåúø. àðé à÷ç àú ëåìí ìî÷åí èåá éåúø.
àú äLORE ùìä åàú äLORE ùì äSHADDOW ISLES
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