Behold, my signature
Fear not Lord Sinclair, sketches and dreams coalesce, objects form, born of luminiferous ether. They whirl and twirl on a whim. You are the one, you must hold all faith. Yours is the subconscious pulling free, pollution drains away and what can collect can not be held. Be not Jacob Marley, be not chained. Let yourself escape. You are the madman still guiding ships, as all save one crumble, your lighthouse stands. All true journeys begin where they end. Embrace swift hope.
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