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[{ One was not wrong… there certainly are signs of blooming divinity present in this area. }]
[{ 'I' is never wrong. }]
Voices… or more like, murmuring noises played in a dark backdrop of an unknown region as two distinct eyes watched over a waterscape.
[{ Though it is faint, the presence of this one seems to be old. It seems like a mythus of past has woken up… }]
The words that these distinct eyes were whispering to one another were cryptic. To those who knew original runes, this would be a [Lost language], the category of languages that were not entirely a 'language' but fragmented pieces of codes that one has to put together to understand completely.
To converse in this lost language was the same as to talk in a way that no one else could decipher.
But then, how can someone understand something that no one was supposed to understand?
