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As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the silence reach
the woods, I awake and rise... Into the night I wander, like many nights before, and
like in my dreams but centuries ago. Under the moon, under the trees. Into the Infinity
of Darkness, beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature chilly, beyond the
warmth of the dying sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling...I
gaze into the moon which grants me visions these twelve full moon nights of the
year, and for each night the light of the holy disciples fade away. Weaker and
weaker, one by one.
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