The Conclave Beforehand- Regular Size- Unisex Triblend Tee- Fantasy Lovers, Dragon Moth, Mystical Creature
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The Conclave Beforehand
As the decrepit receded into the depths, and they reached the dense of the darkness, away from the light, and far from the poet. They were aware of, yet unknowing of, what occurrence was beginning to take place. They spoke amongst one another. “Her words, as air, air not having been breathed in for so long. “What is happening? I feel affected, not only in spirit, but as well, in body. A change. I am becoming something different. A conversion, unwanted. I am reluctant to allow this to embody the whole of my very existence.” was spoken from one of them as he writhed in the pain that was growing throughout.
Another, as though his nerves had drawn his posture in curvature in his back, towards the ground, to his knees, in surrender, as he remembered love. “The words are welcome with me. I will allow this change in myself”, he said as the salty accumulation of tears swelled in his eyes without yet having fallen. “Will you not hear? Do you still, in your broken souls, believe that love could be not at all, that we may not heal? Will her words be but a whisper upon the wind? Will none of you be able to comprehend?”
The elder of them unphased, unaffected, solemn in demeanor, spoke his wisdom to the others.
“My existence in age is of weathered being, drought, famine, atrocities, wounds, scars, loss…. all have I experienced. To care for another is to make vulnerable a great position in power that may be usurped by an enemy’s malevolent intention to lure, and then control…. The bait being of that in which we affirm ourselves to in dedication. The very words “I love you” are tested until our resolution breaks.”
His soul was immune. Strong, enduring, wise, knowing, but the air of his wisdom was despairing. His affirmation created by what he knew to be truth, and not simply in belief. He would not be one to transform. He would be impenetrable to the attempt at conversion. Afterwards, he would be alone, the only one left of his kind. He would become known as The Accursed.
EU representative: HONSON VENTURES LIMITED, gpsr@honsonventures.com, 3, Gnaftis House flat 102, Limassol, Mesa Geitonia, 4003, CY
Product information: Bella+Canvas 3413, 2 year warranty in EU and Northern Ireland as per Directive 1999/44/EC
Warnings, Hazard: For adults, Made in Guatemala
Care instructions: Machine wash: warm (max 40C or 105F), gentle cycle, Do not bleach, Tumble dry: low heat, Iron, steam or dry: medium heat, Do not dryclean
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AI Generated. Human Inspired.
The Conclave Beforehand
As the decrepit receded into the depths, and they reached the dense of the darkness, away from the light, and far from the poet. They were aware of, yet unknowing of, what occurrence was beginning to take place. They spoke amongst one another. “Her words, as air, air not having been breathed in for so long. “What is happening? I feel affected, not only in spirit, but as well, in body. A change. I am becoming something different. A conversion, unwanted. I am reluctant to allow this to embody the whole of my very existence.” was spoken from one of them as he writhed in the pain that was growing throughout.
Another, as though his nerves had drawn his posture in curvature in his back, towards the ground, to his knees, in surrender, as he remembered love. “The words are welcome with me. I will allow this change in myself”, he said as the salty accumulation of tears swelled in his eyes without yet having fallen. “Will you not hear? Do you still, in your broken souls, believe that love could be not at all, that we may not heal? Will her words be but a whisper upon the wind? Will none of you be able to comprehend?”
The elder of them unphased, unaffected, solemn in demeanor, spoke his wisdom to the others.
“My existence in age is of weathered being, drought, famine, atrocities, wounds, scars, loss…. all have I experienced. To care for another is to make vulnerable a great position in power that may be usurped by an enemy’s malevolent intention to lure, and then control…. The bait being of that in which we affirm ourselves to in dedication. The very words “I love you” are tested until our resolution breaks.”
His soul was immune. Strong, enduring, wise, knowing, but the air of his wisdom was despairing. His affirmation created by what he knew to be truth, and not simply in belief. He would not be one to transform. He would be impenetrable to the attempt at conversion. Afterwards, he would be alone, the only one left of his kind. He would become known as The Accursed.
EU representative: HONSON VENTURES LIMITED, gpsr@honsonventures.com, 3, Gnaftis House flat 102, Limassol, Mesa Geitonia, 4003, CY
Product information: Bella+Canvas 3413, 2 year warranty in EU and Northern Ireland as per Directive 1999/44/EC
Warnings, Hazard: For adults, Made in Guatemala
Care instructions: Machine wash: warm (max 40C or 105F), gentle cycle, Do not bleach, Tumble dry: low heat, Iron, steam or dry: medium heat, Do not dryclean
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