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{{quote|Nightform predicting what will be,<br><!--

-->The form of shadows, mind to forsee.<br><!--

-->As the gods did leave, the nightform whispered.<br><!--

-->A new storm will come, someday to break.<br><!--

-->A new storm a new world to make.<br><!--

-->A new storm a new path to take, the nightform listens.

{{quote|Decayform destroys the souls of dreams.<br><!--

-->A form of gods, to avoid it seems.<br><!--

-->Seek not its touch, nor beckon its screams, deny it.<br><!--

-->Watch where you walk, your toes to tread.<br><!--

-->O'er hill or rocky riverbed<br><!--

-->Hold dear to fears that fill your head, defy it.

{{quote|The betrayal of spren has brought us here.<br><!--

-->They gave their Surges to human heirs,<br><!--

-->But not to those who know them most dear, before us.<br><!--

-->'Tis no surprise we turned away<br><!--

-->Unto the gods we spent our days<br><!--

-->And to become their molding clay, they changed us.

{{quote|Smokeform for hiding and slipping 'tween men.<br><!--

-->A form of power&mdash;like Surges of spren<br><!--

-->Do we dare to wear this form again? It spies.<br><!--

-->Crafted of gods, this form we fear.<br><!--

-->By Unmade touch its curse to bear,<br><!--

-->Formed from shadow&mdash;and death is near. It lies.

{{quote|Our gods were born splinters of a soul,<br><!--

-->Of one who seeks to take control,<br><!--

-->Destroys all lands that he beholds, with spite.<br><!--

-->They are his spren, his gift, his price.<br><!--

-->But the nightforms speak of future life,<br><!--

-->A challenged champion. A strife even he must requite.