Not Dead
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A shell, hollowed out; a void of stone. Depths unbearable, pressures abound with no diamond glint.
Light subdued by dull facets of granite. Fissures in a monument of old; the only adornment, a cobweb crown.
The rays, not of a bright sun, but of a mystical aura. A jade poison emanating from a forgotten tomb.
Not dead but buried and gone.