Altar, pale servant of the dying SOVRIN, housed warm and safe in your divine chassis. You were stale machinery glowing with life and dripping with starlight, you tried to bury yourself in the desert sands to avoid the new and horrible pains, but SOVRIN loved you, so you persist.

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