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Outer realms are calling me
Begging me to come back home
To the lands of mystery
Lands of no flesh and bone
Reaching, swirling, incandescent
Hands without a form
Pulling me away from my torments
Away from this constant storm
Leaving this shell behind
To return from whence I came
Never again shall I be blind
Or left to drown in shame