I am waiting for it...
For it to pass through the shark-infested Seas of Wanderers,
Frigid peaks on the Mountain of Giants,
high towering Cliffs of Illumination,
dark deep Valleys of Void,
muddy zombie-filled Swamps of Suffering,
Scorching Desert of Lost Souls,
and
reach
the hands of this lonely wordsmith.
A companion for the Chronicler.
A tool for the Wordsmith.
An art for the Journalist.
*waiting like a little kid outside the toy store*
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