I Dissolve in order to Catalyse
Releasing Energy
I Seal the Matrix of Self-Generation
With the Spectral Tone of Liberation
I am guided by my own power doubled
The sky begins to grow dark. You look all over the island and find nothing that will help you escape. Clouds burst forth with rain and the wind grows fierce. You hold onto the tree so that you are not thrown into the river by the wind.
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