Will this mortal coil prevail? Will I be able to break these karmic chains that binds me? I do not know.

What I saw, what I felt. Those big gray clouds towering above me, the rain, the mist, the chill in the wind, the cold in my bones... It painted my heart of grey. Oh, dear Melancholy, now black bile runs throughout my veins. My soul aches.

I'm the King of Melancholy.

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