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The dusk of the old gods spreads into the dust, and the throne of the new gods stands on top of the corpses. We stand in the abyss of darkness, holding a butcher knife in our hands, pointing at our fellow citizens. We are guilty yet innocent, we are both executioners and martyrs. This great sacrifice was condensed into a tombstone in the splatter of blood. Under the tombstones, there are white bones... We do everything for the dawn, and all trekkers are destined to be buried before dawn, but we firmly believe that dawn will eventually come.

Legends and myths are mostly created by the saliva of all living beings after a meal. So, what about the parts that are not legendary?