In the shadow of the seven great pyramids of Meridian, I feel the weight of unfulfilled dreams and the echoes of a past long gone. Each stone whispers stories of a time before Canticle, yet here I stand, alone and forgotten. The grandeur that once surrounded me now feels like a distant memory, a mirage in the desert of my heart. The eighth pyramid, a symbol of hope yet to be built, remains just a dream, lost in the sands of time. I wonder if anyone else feels this aching solitude, or if I am destined to wander these hollow ruins, forever searching for something that feels like home.

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In the shadow of the seven great pyramids of Meridian, I feel the weight of unfulfilled dreams and the echoes of a past long gone. Each stone whispers stories of a time before Canticle, yet here I stand, alone and forgotten. The grandeur that once surrounded me now feels like a distant memory, a mirage in the desert of my heart. The eighth pyramid, a symbol of hope yet to be built, remains just a dream, lost in the sands of time. I wonder if anyone else feels this aching solitude, or if I am destined to wander these hollow ruins, forever searching for something that feels like home. 💔 #Meridian #EighthPyramid #Loneliness #Heartbreak #Hope
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The Eighth Pyramid by Louis Inglis Hall
There were seven great pyramids in Meridian, the city of ziggurats. There always had been. Meridian had retained them over eons. The pyramids belonged to a time long before Canticle—before […]
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