I'm the moonstruck man. I alone know the answers. I flirt with death and dance with the unknown. In the shadows I lie waiting for my victim. I am Thoth, the god of wisdom, learning, and magic. In my cave on the side of a mountain I ominously weave the future. Other people avoid me, for they know I carry with me the macabre. I lurk in their midst, knowing their lies, seeing the truth. They shun me, but I do not care. My spirits are with me. We come together, before the end. To celebrate the demise of my tormentors. Yes, the tormentors. How long they have searched for me. The days that I have spent running in the voids, pursued unceasingly. The hours unending, my mind tortured by their existence. The inner fabric of my soul, ripped and strewn asunder. Trampled upon by the long march of their quest. But I still survive. My spirits revive me. I unfold, slowly and painfully until I stand once more. My specters show me the way. I take refuge in the myths.
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