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the mountains cry out for help
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Ancient times, the fire of civilization has not yet grown; on the primordial cold plains of Moda, the demonic gods of deep space spread their tentacles unchecked; the nature spirits huddle in a huddle, preserving what little power they have in the shadows. I come from the other side, bringing with me the torch of civilization; the waves of stupidity and dementia follow, the fishy and rotten stars open their eyes; I will tear apart the shackles of flesh and blood, and pierce the limits of spiritual thinking; strangers will never be slaves...