| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 98% | Ere-one, where the failed agents of hope. Ere-one, there is no hope of escape on my own. But how can I contact my comrades? As I am now blocked from the world. On the end of my ages, kill side. Must try out, never return. | ▶️ |
| 98% | My mind is breathing in the classes of fear and pain But my mind is free, it clearly takes above the death bed In our sedation I can't send limbs of the one that's below And I know the end has come, my soul will descend | ▶️ |
| 96% | I can still buy one of my clothes off this end. | ▶️ |
