Have you ever heard of such a prophecy?
Is this an oracle about ghost slaves or the Overlord himself?
Like the intermittent and lingering sounds of cotton wool, the voice of the mantra is slowly drifting into your ears:
The road to prosperity is lost.
The penitent head was chopped off.
Redemptive imprisonment.
The harnessed soul.
Greed that cannot rest for the sake of rest.
Please.
Pick up your rope.
The young man's trembling eyelashes are as red as the stars of the universe. Please activate your silent throbbing and don't shed tears when I die.