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Second commission for Azalea and Ricky project called "The Sygnet"

Bio: The Fallen Elven from the Heavens ascended the steps of the Temple of the Abyssal. Upon their ascend. The black mass of the Great Illuminator is seen. Slumbering on his toppled throne. Burned and charred. His song slowly falling on deaf ears. The Elven placed The Fruit before the Sea God.

"Father of the Abyssal. Stirrer of the Abyss. The Great Dragon of the Fertile Moon. Hear art thou prayer. We've stared into the Abyss and made our answer. Bring art thou song of the storms. Make these charred lands fertile once more. We are wayward souls who are not your children. Deliver us from famine and we will pay tribute to you and only to you."

The Father ate The Fruit, reviving the The Father ate the Fruit, reviving the fading storm within. Clouds spiraled out from above, bringing forth furious rains and wrathful thunder, as the Father stood, his song stronger than ever before.

"My deepest gratitude to thou, who came from the heavens. Whilst not from these lands, I shall listen to thy prayers. Fertile once more, these lands shall be, and the finest of harvests thou shalt give, in return."

Description
Second commission for Azalea and Ricky project called "The Sygnet"

Bio: The Fallen Elven from the Heavens ascended the steps of the Temple of the Abyssal. Upon their ascend. The black mass of the Great Illuminator is seen. Slumbering on his toppled throne. Burned and charred. His song slowly falling on deaf ears. The Elven placed The Fruit before the Sea God.

"Father of the Abyssal. Stirrer of the Abyss. The Great Dragon of the Fertile Moon. Hear art thou prayer. We've stared into the Abyss and made our answer. Bring art thou song of the storms. Make these charred lands fertile once more. We are wayward souls who are not your children. Deliver us from famine and we will pay tribute to you and only to you."

The Father ate The Fruit, reviving the The Father ate the Fruit, reviving the fading storm within. Clouds spiraled out from above, bringing forth furious rains and wrathful thunder, as the Father stood, his song stronger than ever before.

"My deepest gratitude to thou, who came from the heavens. Whilst not from these lands, I shall listen to thy prayers. Fertile once more, these lands shall be, and the finest of harvests thou shalt give, in return."