Cursed like how Atlas once was, the fate of a thousand restless souls lays in the mouth of the beast.
One crunch and it all goes away, crushed beneath the mouth of the behemoth.
The anguished souls watch powerlessly as both their salvation and destruction lays at the tip of the behemoth's tongue.
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