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One with vision, one with a sight of what's isn't there and born with an unsteady heart.
A sighter who puts distance around the social gatherings of their relatives and others alike as they view with an Owl's eye at hand for their various years until darkness smirked in the hearts of many.
For when crisis comes from within, and when the ones we thought were pure or our inner selves become corrupt, Thaxel, would guide us the way to truth and shower us with wisdom onto the misinformed and blind against the planted seeds of bleak mortality, ones that are lost in the darkness.
Praise Thaxel, Vision of Truth, for I ask for this wisdom and sight that many, including oneself, cannot obtain in a world full is bleakness walking life that I put my feet upon every movement of the sun's turn towards the dawn.