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have you ever felt Despair so deep that it was like walking in a darkened, denuded forest shrouded in fog, with no idea how to escape?
For even as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
"The tortured slopes." Our guide said in his long worded accent, as if sensing our interest in the dark forest. "Legend tells-" Matos cut him off pointing into the dark fog. "A man!" He raised up like a prairie dog arm outstretched and shaking. The whole party looked into the fog and vaguely a shadow, in the general appearance of a man but long and stretched out, shifted away from the bank and into the woods and fog. "No, not a man, not anymore." Lamented the guide.