In the house of the dead, no one sleeps. Alive by day, dead at night, relics release their tomes of sorrow and loss for those willing to receive it. Longing, waiting, releasing – burdened with heavy thoughts and hearts, souls of these objects wait to be reborn from the dead or to rest evermore.
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