Perhaps you've seen it, maybe in a dream
A murky forgotten land

A place where souls
May mend your ailing mind

You will lose everything
Once branded

The Symbol of the curse
An augur of darkness

Your past, Your future.
Your very light

None will have meaning, and you won't even care
By then you'll be something other than human

A thing that feeds on souls
A Hollow

Long ago, in a walled off land, far to the north,
A great king built a great kingdom.

I believe they called it Drangleic,
Perhaps you're familiar.

No, how could you be

But one day, you will stand before its decrepit gate,
Without really knowing why…

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