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An immortal being contemplates his somber existence.

I try imprint your name into my soul, Yet the wind keeps blowing you away, The once gleaming light reduced ..

Lacy hands turn black as midnight Scorched by the roaring flames But sparks once soaring will no longer be ..

They were victims of his experimentation, now they must rise against the professor and quell his madness using the abilities he gave them.

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