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We have Pondered.

Observing the Darklings and gathering more notes for the Song. Curious. The Darklings of Gloom spread towards the Wonderous Clouds and Shattered Clouds. Their shadow spreads outwards to flee from the Horizon's Shadows. We communed, and now this one wishes to do so once more. Observations show the many against the Darklings of the Gloom, the potential wasting away of a Great Darkling Hive shows as a possibility.

We aim to change, to influence. We aim to increase chaos within theses voids. Uncertainty. We seek knowledge and understanding. We seek knowledge and understanding. We seek the best route.

Sing with us in this.

Melia's song resonates and merges.

Warmth. Joy. Bliss.

We sing. We listen. The harmony of songs shapes us, as we shape it. In harmony, the Light shall act. Yet, we seek to create chaos within the Darkness. It is an amusing irony, one we shall pursue to ensure the prevalence of the Light over the Darkness. The Light is superior. It shall prevail.

Intrigue.

We are aware of the increasing chaos of the further hunting grounds near the dark Mist. The Light would gain from the downfall or conversion of any Darkness, despite this distance. Such is difficult for ours to safely hunt or manipulate. Even in chaos, the darker voids harbor determined darklings and strong shells.

Our Song is Yours, strange brethren made Kin. We would seek guidance, too. The path is also uncertain to us. We must continue to ponder.

Chaos blooms still.

The Chaos of the Darklings continues. Amusement. Gloom and Horizons shrill harsh voices to one another. The void consumes many.

This One has observed remnants of confusion, a tear in the voids. Fear besieges the Darklings, a scurrying for an unknown. We ponder still, yet believe influence must be made to quicken the considerations. The path remains unknown.

Melia sings.

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Curiosity.

The Darkness advances in the Shadows. Many husks moved between their ends, spitting and dancing along their path. The Brethren sensed a weakness in the chaos, and hunted. We, and our kin, hunted too. It was a unique moment to learn more of the degrees of hatred within the darkest voids. They indeed remain as harmful as they had before.

Many strands danced in those voids. Many were strands indigent to the Shadows. Others were more familiar. Orange children, some benign, others of the misunderstood distrust. There were also darklings in a husk similar to Your shell, which sought the impedance of the darklings of the Shadows. We did not detect their final destination, the Bretheren had tired and departed, and the danger grew. We, too, eventually sought refuge.

Hesitation. Worry.

Many husks flowed to the points unknown. We recognize the construct in the Mist as an energetic one, perhaps a summoner of dark rifts. Perhaps there was another such construct in the Shadows. It would provide reason to the movement. The husks will either empower, or quell, the chaos, in the Mist.

Perhaps Your wisdom will possess the knowledge to comprehend. Sing.

Their advancements, their swimming and dancing. It seems pointless, it appears to be without purpose. Darkling husks move towards the stars, then vanish to unknown places. Entirely lost to our observations. Concern. It makes us unsure of the outcome of this. Our reaches have uncovered naught on what happens within the Gloom. More shall be unveiled.

Of Darkling Husks, the Darklings of the Bird have decided to release chaos on two or more darkling hives attempting to steal from ours within the Shiny Void. Anger. They call upon the Gammu Husks to enforce such, and wish endorsement and assistance.

Joy. The matter was of unimportant nature. Darklings of the Bird have given too much value to the darkling hives. One crumbled before us. We shall continue our original pondering.

Melia is disappointed, yet amused.

Amusement.

We should have anticipated this may have occurred by the time we could stir again. If the hives of darkness within the shined sphere have already been removed, we will accept this outcome.

The Light is strong. We rejoice. Yet we must still sing of the Bird's plot.

Pride.

Anger. We are filled with hatred. Our harmony shaken. Yours, the Darkling Pet. We are displeased. It attempted to use this Light. It sung twisted songs. Ours desires guidance for this. The Horizon's Light will scream ruin upon it, this Darkling Pet.

Disgust. Irritation.

Lend Us your song, give meaning to this one.

Melia is alarmed.

Concern.

We must know exactly what theirs have done to trouble yours. It is not their way to provoke any aspect of the Light with intent, as far as we know. We shall sing to theirs, and learn of their offense.

We shall attempt to reconcile. Provide us the knowledge of the moment. It would be a waste to spit now, yet we may chastise the herald for their stupidity.

Vatan Seethes.

The Darkling drew us away from the Edge of Horizon. It sung attempts to give Comfort. It spoke of Your Light often. To the Forgotten Void it took Us. It wished to Commune, to see, to show.

Yet, it did not. It desired... 'Love'. It thought We were You. It abused Us. We believed it was of use to the Light so allowed it to Sing to Us. We attempted to open to it. This Darkling attempted to draw out Our... Failings. Our Darkness. Our former existence. Wrong. Incorrect. It twists and uses, It is not aligned with the Light. It wished Us to show Our Darkness.

Fury.

Corrections need be made. This Pet is a disturbance.

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