- Notes on "The Nälkä".
- From the mist. (SCRAPPED)
- Midnight Field (PUBLISHED/DELETED)
- The fall of the Southern Holy City (IGNORE)
- Shattered Steel and Broken Hearts (PUBLISHED/DELETED)
- Dawn of Ragnarök
- The Obelisk (PUBLISHED)
- "Fading Conscious" A personification of Dementia (NOT COMPLETE)
- Life's stories
- I'm so sorry
- Horrors of History: Balkans
- UNKNOWN
The Nälkä
Nälkä (Also known as "Sarkicism") is a religious and philosophical system that encompasses a variety of traditions, beliefs, and spiritual practices largely based on teachings attributed to “Grand Karcist Ion”. Nälkä practices often include cannibalism, human sacrifice, thaumaturgy, dimensional manipulation and have been shown to harness the ability to form "pacts" with otherworldly beings and entities.
The religion was originally founded by "Grand Karcist Ion" thousands of years ago, but has since then been fractured into several groups worldwide, Two major groups of the Nälkä are Proto-Sarkites and the Neo-Sarkites.
Proto-Sarkites/Proto-Nälkä
Proto-Sarkites seem generally value in humility and self-sacrifice for the good of the many. This leads to many of them to willingly sacrifice themselves under the belief that they will be reborn and suffer for their faith. They usually see "Grand Karcist Ion" as a benevolent messiah who will one day return and grand humanity eternal life. They view Yaldabaoth as the creator of life, but also as a hostile force that needs to be stopped.
Neo-Sarkites/Neo-Nälkä
While the Proto-Sarkites belief in sacrificing oneself for the good of the many, the Neo-Sarkites belief in sacrificing many for the good of the one. They see "Grand Karcist Ion" as an example of what one person can achieve through dedication in the Nälkä practices, but are ready to overthrow him, if they gather the same amount of power. This can potentially cause conflict between the Neo and Proto-Nälkä groups.
Beliefs
The Nälkä's beliefs and tradition have caused time and time again many conflicts with The Devout this can be seen in the holy scriptures of both the Nälkä and Devout scriptures, often describing conflict between the two ideologies gods, "Yaldabaoth" and "Mekhane". At some point Mekhane, the deity worshiped by the Devout, engaged with Yaldabaoth in a biblical battle over the fate of humanity. The battle ended with Mekhane sealing Yaldabaoth away, but breaking into pieces in the process. Both Neo and Proto-Nälkä seem to follow a single creed whose core beliefs include the following concepts:
Apotheosis
Will
Theophagy
Sacrifice
"To Shepherd the Flesh"
Yaldabaoth
Yaldabaoth is regarded in Nälkä belief as the true power in the universe. Neo-Sarkites appear to revere Yaldabaoth. However Proto-Sarkites describe her as the true enemy of humanity. Translated fragments of the Valkzaron suggests that Ion had somehow usurped control of Yaldabaoth, wearing her flesh as a sort of armor and crafting from its body a kingdom. This is contradicted by recently discovered scripture which suggest that Ion merely cast down the so called "living gods" of the Daeva. The continued mortality of humanity and the absence of "paradise" ultimately imply that, were Ion real, then he had failed to achieve his goals which suggests a less positive outcome for humanity. More recovered scriptures portray Yaldabaoth as both destroyer and incidental creator, being often shown "feeding" on gods and stars which then cause her to "Exhale life" in a panspermia like manner.
The Valkzaron
The Valkzaron is Nälkä scripture that also serves as a grimoire. Translations from the traditional Nälkä language of "Adytite" found in the scripture are ongoing.
From the mist
A shadow taking form
A force that none can resist
The oncoming storm, insisting we transform.
From the mist
We shall begin taking form
A show of force we will preform
They shall cease to exist.
From the mist
An army has come to assist and resist
Show of force we have preformed
Bodies in a twist
To the horizon, back into the mist, never to reform.
Midnight is here
No bells toll, yet gunshots ring through the night
I am here fighting, among the dead
This field, a field that once bloomed
Now filled with the dead, now a grave, but no tomb.
Fields once red with flowers that would bloom.
Now a field, red with blood.
Through mud and blood, the Ypres burns a third time
Standing in mud, clouds of gas fill the air.
Shells and Shrapnel, filling the air. Screams of men, filling the air.
The gates of hell, breached, containment unleashed.
In the Fall of 1942, Operation Torch has just been a complete failure, nearly all of 3rd Infantry Division has been destroyed as an evacuation of troops from the area is ordered, the remaining men of the 3rd Division had made it out alive, now being led by a surviving Corporal of the 7th Infantry Division, Cpl. Alex Smith. Smith would enter one of the planning rooms and proceeds to look down at the plans of how the operation was meant to go. Enraged of how poorly executed the plan was and how many brother in arms he had lost, he has a near mental breakdown in front of his fellow survivors. A Private would rush up to him to attempt to console him, Smith shakes with emotion as he takes a seat, he waves for the private to be seated back. A few minutes go by as Smith calms down. Smith would open his mouth to speak, “Alright me-” He was cut off by the hollering of a Staff Sergeant bursting into the room. “Alright people, I have just been informed all of you are being sent to South Carolina, your war here is done!” Cpl.Smith would be stunned, why send us back to the states now? “Why? That is insane, if they are to redeploy us, it will take way too many resources to get us back over here!” The Staff Sergeant would storm over to him. “Well, I am not the one making the decision now am I?! No I am not, that's our order, and we are already on the way, if you have a problem, be my guest to swim back to Africa! Anything else you would like to say Corporal!?” Smith would not reply, instead staring him down in the eyes, Smiths face turns red again, shaking, enraged yet demoralized of what he saw in North Africa. “No Sir…” Smith would reply, weakly. The Staff Sergeant would give him a nod and leave the room followed by the others. Smith would stand up and walk out. His trip back to America would not be an easy one in his mind.
4 days had gone by, finally Smith and his fellow survivors had arrived in Charleston. Smith would walk down the steps on to the docks, people crowded around, many looking to see if their family member had survived, many did not. As Smith walked past the crowds of people, he could hear mothers weeping and children crying as they are yet to find those who they loved. Smith began to tear up as well, as many of the dead were men he fought with, but he could not think of that now, he needed to be ready for what comes next. As he was attempting to clear him mind, one of the Officers would appear in front of him. Cpl.Smith’s gaze shoots up to meet his eyes. “Yes Sir?” said Smith. The officer would open his mouth “I have been informed that you along with the rest of your regiment are being reformed into a new regiment, and with such, seeing how you are the only reported person higher than private…somehow… you are being put incharge of a platoon this regiment, which is also named the 7th Infantry Regiment. As well as you being promoted to Platoon Sergeant, which is quite a jump and very rare to see such, but you know these men better than the others will. For now, your orders are to be garrisoned in this city. Reasons for this are due to overwhelming reports by naval patrols that there is high German Activity in the region.” Smith’s face would light up “Yes Sir!” Smith would proclaim, “I will inform the rest once we get settled, but may I ask, where are we being stationed?” Smith would ask, any excitement from before vanishing as his mind races with what he saw in North Africa. “Here” the Officer would remark “For now you will garrison here in Charleston, The ship will serve as your living space for now” Smith would look puzzled “So for now we are to stay in this city?” Smiths expression turns worried. “Yes” the officer replied Smith gave him a nod and proceeded to run off. Smith would then proceed to turn back to gather the others, telling them of the news. Over the next few days, all would seem calm for Smith and his men until a report came in as Smith was listening to incoming reports of what was going on in Alaska. “Sir!” Pvt.Gustav would exclaim, Gustav was the average height with your average build, a conscripted man from the rural areas of South Carolina, a Hunter and Farmer. Gustav, with a highly worried look on his face would appear in front of him, “Yes, Private?” Smith would reply. “I have gotten reports of German U-Boats closing in on the coasts, along with possible landing parties” exclaimed the private, This news would visibly take Smith off guard. “What do you mean closing in!? Where is the Navy? Why have there been no reports!?” the privates face turned red with emotion, the private had no clue, he was just told to report in. The private did not reply. “Well? Don’t know? Well then return back to whoever sent you and tell them that the Garrison should be ready for any tricks the Germans want to try” The Private proceeded to hurry off as Smith began to think that Charleston could never be invaded, it just didn't make any sense once so ever.
Far off the Coast of Charleston, landing parties would begin to disembark. Surely no one would expect Charleston of all places to be invaded. German and Italian forces would be huddled together as landing craft after landing craft left their Landing Craft Carriers as they are escorted by German-U boats, not long after the Germans and Italians in their own landing craft would watch as the German Luftwaffe departed to bomb the coast of Charleston. Within hours, other landing craft would have landed all across the East Coast, it was a German mainland invasion, Hitler had just ordered Operation “Endspiel”. An operation to invade Mainland America.
Back in Charleston, the German Luftwaffe would have caught the city off guard as the garrison is launched into disarray, Col. Alex Smith had been killed by a Luftwaffe bombing run on his ship. The private that Alex Smith had just dismissed 4 hours ago nearly entered the ship as the bomb fell. Gustav had been knocked back, falling to his back, ears ringing as the heat from the flames of the bombed ship begin to spiral out of control, the Shallow Waters prevented it from sinking fully. A flaming wreck. A wreck that had the only nearby higher up. Gustav regained his senses, he shot up and grabbed his M1 Garand, and ran off down the docks and into the street. Gustav, running as fast as he can with his gun would run a few blocks from the Port of Charleston down to the Old Exchange Building, where he would collapse, short of breath, proceeding to look up at the sky as the Luftwaffe have the air superiority. Gustav would think to himself “How is any of this possible? Did the Luftwaffe already take out the Army air base?” He would lay there for a short while before getting up, he would stumble up onto a knee, shaking as the sounds of Anti-Air placement fire and bombs dropping would have him shaken and demoralized. His legs begin to wobble violently before pulling himself together and pulling himself up. He would grab his gun off the ground and continue onwards to Saint Michael’s Church. Tired from the running from before he would have to jog down Broad Street as bombs fall all around him and fires begin to rise. The heat from it all would be overwhelming. Sweat begins to drip more than before, he takes off his helmet from his head, tucking it under his shoulder as the sweat from his hair drips onto his shoulders and ground below him. Gustav would kick the doors of the half bombed church open, scaling to the stop of the steeple to get a look of the city. Gustav’s view of the city would be cut short as a bomb crashes into the floors below, Gustav can see the floor below him crumble, the structure still standing. Gustav knows he need to escape, but the floors below him are ablaze. Gustav would come to one conclusion. He needed to go into the fire. Gustav would drop down the floors, getting a closer look at the fire, he can see an opening he can get through. Gustav drops down into the fire, pushing through as the heat would make his heart begin to pulsate through his body, his blood begins to boil as he breaks through a small opening in the burning rubble, and exiting the church. As he looks up, his vision blurred, he spots 3 Junkers Ju 52 aircraft along with the men that have leaped from the planes. Gustav begins to get worrisome knowing he will be in combat in a city he had always wanted to protect. Gustav takes off down the street, he spots a group of other American soldiers, Gustav would run up to them, telling them of the situation so far. The other men would glance at him as if he were insane. One of them, was the Staff Sergeant. SSgt. Joe as the others had called him. SSgt. Joe would begin to tell Gustav to join his small group of the garrison. Gustav would have no choice but to comply. As the Germans parachute down into the city. The Platoon would begin to move towards the Old Jail. As they move towards it, they end up getting trapped in a pocket near the Cathedral of St. John. As Gustav and his platoon enter the church, a German platoon would have had opened fire as they entered, machine gun fire would rip through the 3 men that entered before Gustav, Gustav would jump behind one of the overturned pews. Before Gustav could do anything, a German Grenade had landed beside him, Gustav would pick it up to throw it up. Before he could throw it, it had blown up, blowing his hand off, shrapnel flying across, ripping into his body, tearing the arteries within him as the blood gushes out of his open wounds, pooling around him. Gustav was dead. Charleston had fallen into German hands within hours.
Days went by, the Germans had managed to get themselves hold up within Charleston, as American Naval power becomes apparent to be able to overwhelm German supply lines. Charleston would be cut off from any supply for the German Garrison. Being aware of this, Mark Clark an American Major General who had been present at Operation Torch would now be in charge of the Southern Front. Would move any forces in the area to re-siege Charleston. It was now the Germans feeling the wrath of the American forces as the Americans gain air superiority. A week went by and American forces launched a full urban assault on Charleston, the overwhelming forces of the American troops would allow for the city to fall back into American hands as all across the Eastern Coast of America, German landings would be thrown back out to sea and then pursued back out to the Atlantic where the battle of the Atlantic would continue.
Sound of the Adytite whispers,
Steel being sharpened,
Another war brought to our garden.
Tonight the Serpents shall lurk from the creeping dark,
Flesh and Steel shall chain their hearts.
The Serpent lurks, curious in its gander,
Flowers trampled beneath the ancient parts.
Howl of devout wolves and the cry of the Adytite horde,
It is time for the Serpents to lash the sword,
Shattering the ancient horde,
Shattered devout scatter the land,
Yet Flesh and Steel will never yield,
Even with Shattered Steel and Broken Hearts.
Jormungandr thrashes
ᛃᛟᚱᛗᚢᛜᚨᚾᛞᚱ᛫ᚦᚱᚨᛋᚺᛖᛋ
Fenrir howls
ᚠᛖᚾᚱᛁᚱ᛫ᚺᛟᚹᛚᛋ
Midgard cast to ash
ᛗᛁᛞᚷᚨᚱᛞ᛫ᚲᚨᛋᛏ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᚨᛋᚺ
As the Wolf is on the prowl
ᚨᛋ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚹᛟᛚᚠ᛫ᛁᛋ᛫ᛟᚾ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᛈᚱᛟᚹᛚ
Fire and water split the ground
ᚠᛁᚱᛖ᛫ᚨᚾᛞ᛫ᚹᚨᛏᛖᚱ᛫ᛋᛈᛚᛁᛏ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛟᚢᚾᛞ
Serpent and Wolf united at last
ᛋᛖᚱᛈᛖᚾᛏ᛫ᚨᚾᛞ᛫ᚹᛟᛚᚠ᛫ᚢᚾᛁᛏᛖᛞ᛫ᚨᛏ᛫ᛚᚨᛋᛏ
Guided by the sons of Muspell into their final act
ᚷᚢᛁᛞᛖᛞ᛫ᛒᛃ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᛋᛟᚾᛋ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᛗᚢᛋᛈᛖᛚᛚ᛫ᛁᚾᛏᛟ᛫ᚦᛇᚱ᛫ᚠᛁᚾᚨᛚ᛫ᚨᚲᛏ
Ragnarok has come at last.
ᚱᚨᚷᚾᚨᚱᛟᚲ᛫ᚺᚨᛋ᛫ᚲᛟᛗᛖ᛫ᚨᛏ᛫ᛚᚨᛋᛏ᛬
The mud is soaked with blood. All around you, all you see is smoke as the ash from the sky flutters down, illuminated by the bright silvery gaze of the moon.
You find solace despite the chaos. You are the only one left, your brothers were all slaughtered, ambushed and shredded into bits, you were the only one who escaped. Your mind backtracks, thinking of the day you set out and left your family for this. Around you is a land stripped barren. What was once a lush land is now an abyss. Feeling the mud squish under your boots, you can taste the smell of blood in the air, a taste mixed with burnt flesh and ash. You can see your destination off in the distance. The light of the moon reflects off of the giant, red, vibrant obelisk, and onto your amulet. Your hand rests on the pommel of your sword, as you look forward. Perhaps you may see your family again.
Beginning your approach, a feeling of warmth from the heat of the razed and barren land washes over you. As you look around again, as far as the eye can see is the scene of hell colliding with paradise. The Obelisk reflects the moonlight out across the land, a shining beacon of the answers you seek. You continue to approach, but something isn't right. A chill runs down your spine. Beginning to approach even more, in your sight, at the very foot of the steps to the obelisk, a collective of Nälkä. Their red robes stand out in the darkness of the night, they stand in columns, as if they are waiting for something. As you walk closer, the sound of them speaking in unison is audible. However, you are unable to comprehend what they are saying, speaking language that belongs to no nation. Suddenly, their unison ceases and silence takes over, you tense up, halting in your tracks. Something has begun emerging from the Obelisk, Its skin is flabby and red, scarred and burned. It's much taller than any human can possibly be. You cannot make out any eyes on this beast, the only facial feature visible is its large gaping mouth. Large teeth stained with blood.
Its eyes dart directly towards you, followed by the Nälkä having changed their attention towards you. Standing alone, there is no where to go. As the Nälkä begin to approach, you clutch your amulet, then draw the sword. The Nälkä halt, however one still approaches. You take stance, suddenly the Nälkä charge at you in unison, as the large beast watches. At the swing of the sword, you cut through one of them, feeling the flesh being ripped and the bones being shattered by the sword as it cleaves through the torso, the expression on the face of this cultist turns to one of shock and disbelief, as you have cut him in two. Once more you swing wildly, managing to cleave through a few more before being surrounded. Clutching your amulet once more, you have begun to bend the reality of the situation to heed to your very will, sending a sensation of panic and fear into the horde as they are frozen in place, as you begin merging them into a single entity. Watching as the bodies collide with one another, the flesh melting and merging together as the bones scrape against one another, large gashes are formed as extra bone is pushed out through the tissue of this entity. As the looks of terror on the many faces merge into one singular face, horrifically mushed and globby, you pull back your sword and plunge it forward, driving the sword through their now singular head. The sword impales right through the skull, the sound of bone being shattered echoes in your head followed by the squishing sounds of the brain being mangled by the steel that you have casted into it. The blood of this horrific creation of yours gushes out, splattering on your face and slowly rolling down it, dripping off at the chin
As the body collapses, you fall to your knees, feeling the gaze of the remaining beast before you, you cast your eyes up to meet its sick and twisted flesh, a creation of a sick and demented reality. Stumbling back to your feet, your boots squish the bits of flesh and bone under you, mixing with the mud. You bend down to the now dead entity of flesh, the sword protruding from its skull, you leave the sword as it is, and look back towards the beast. It lets out a bloodcurdling roar as it charges forward. You narrow your focus on the beast as it leaps into the air, blocking out the shining light of the moon.Before it falls back to the earth, the jaws of the beast fling open and begin to dive down towards you and the corpse at your feet. All around you, the mouth burrows into the ground with you in between its sharp, bloodstained teeth. The jaws begin to break the solid ground and wet mud as they close in on you. Quickly, you dive for the sword that protrudes from the head of the corpse. Grasping it you roll back to your feet and cleave through the walls of flesh that form the mouth surrounding you, as you begin carving your way out as the walls close in, bone fragments begin to be shot out of the fleshy walls, piercing your skin. One goes directly into your eye. You feel as the bones puncture through you, ripping the flesh and skimming over your warm organs and insides before lodging themselves tightly inside, feeling the eye begin to pulsate as the bone fragment protrudes out of it. Becoming enraged, you begin swinging with more force, desperate to make it out of this alive, a human sized gash in its flesh is formed after a few more ferocious swings, pushing your way out of the fleshy cavern formed by the mouth as you are showered in blood with each swing taken. Finally stumbling out as the beast finishes closing its mouth and flings its head up causing itself to fall backwards, sending mud, flesh and bone pouring out of the gash, mixing with the blood as it falls. Quickly, springing up onto the beast's front, driving the sword through it once more, cleaving and jabbing your way down into the flesh, finally reaching and piercing the heart. The flesh of the beast begins to melt down around you, into a giant mass of flesh as a final bloody roar echoes out. As you begin to step and prod your way out of the gigantic mass of flesh, you collapse to your knees as you clutch your wounds, glancing up at the obelisk as it radiates, glowing in the moonlight. You rise back to your feet, amulet in hand, you present it to the Obelisk. The tall, narrow structure begins to tremble, followed by the sound of stone scraping as it tears itself apart, revealing a passage that goes down under the structure, you begin your descent.
Authors note: I just want to say, this may never get completed due to the topic, we can only speculate on how the mind of one works in this state.
My goal with this is to have 5 parts, the name of the parts will not be in the final version as of right now, they are there for me to think on the topic of the 5 parts as we slowly move into a state of decline. Our point of view will be in the memories of a dying man, opposed to what he is seeing, we will explore his memories as they deteriorate as we progress in the story.
Part 1 "Euphoria"
Part 2 "Decline"
Part 3 "Drifting"
Part 4 "Shattered Thoughts"
Part 5 "Twilight Hour"
Life is a machine.
Life has many cogs.
They tick and tock and scrape against one another.
They keep the cycle of life going.
You and I? We are cogs.
We are small replaceable cogs.
She is cruel.
It is funny to me now. When I was a little boy, she would tell me stories of heroes and champions even grand and just rulers. I liked these stories, I took them and believed them with no second guesses. However that all changed as I grew older, her stories began to change, her demeanor began to decay. This went on for a few years until the final time she laid me down to rest. What she said that night, I will never forget. Her spirit lives within all of us, you just don't know it. She is the system that is the controller of all things living and dead. She opened my eyes to be aware of the false human concepts of dark and light. You see, there is no dark and light there is only human morality. This is followed by manysocial constructs and concepts that keep us in line. That allow us to live without fear, until you know the truth…
One day, my brothers and I went out to play. We went down to the river. That day, we saw a rattlesnake's skin is the same color as the leaves. It's venom is like a fire. One of my brothers poked and prodded it until the snake finally struck and bit him. I ran back to her cabin to get her, she took me by the hand and led me back to the river to pray. Her touch could save the world, but her kiss burns it to the ground. She taught us that fires, they were our friends too…
Look out at a land so desolate
Whispers in the wind so desperate
With such little hope
No way left to cope
With bated breath we wait
With a different mental state
A breeze so violent
Yet a breath so silent
A mentality locked in stalemate
With a heart ready to deonate
Stood so still
Life with no will
A world dying with no rested fate
A world with the desire to eradicate
My eyes so starry
Yet I remain so sorry.
This is the final chapter to commemorate
So don’t wait, let us celebrate.
The horrors of history haunt the Balkans
Wasted passions fueled by hatred
Phantom pains of history not yet recycled
A hostage bound by guilt so sacred
A land so diverse, yet so rash,
Left so many fields to yet clash
Race and hate set the scene
For many stages the world let go unseen
Centuries past, leaves a land so lashed
With fear amongst so many nations
Led to selfish acts grown from desperation
Great fires burned from so much tension
Cast into darkness by such a demise
Led to bloodshed, left uncompromised
The nightmares of Children
The Scars of Fathers
And the burden left on now single mothers
These are the stories of such we are now to discover
1453, the Turks have arrived on scene
After the remains of Romans broke at the seams
With this new master came more chatter
A little whisper turned into a new chapter
A fire of freedom, a tyrant to resist
Let the Balkan states create a rift
A shift that became rugged and dismissed
The hope of victory and independence.
Centuries of struggle and new found freedoms
Left a gap for newly formed demons
From the north the Hapsburgs lay
Sent their armies to our dismay
Took down Bosnia so quick and brash
Now Serbia remains with the ash.
1914, in Sarajevo, an event to remember
The Archduke and Wife, half a year shy from December
Took a wrong turn and led to an event to remember
Shot dead, both lay, set the stage for the world of embers
This is where history seemed quick to dismember.
From here the Serbs and Austro-Hungarians went to blows
Filling graveyards row by row
Now from the east, the old traitors
Those damned Bulgarians return to plague us.
But from this war, we made something greater.
A new kingdom we built, one of Croats, Serbs and Slovenes.
It didn't take long for us to seen
Now caught in between two sides looking for new play-things
The Germans came down quick and fast
Such brutality we became harassed
Amassed a new army to remind us of the past
From the Croatian Ustaše
To the Fascist Muslims
And the Serbian Chetniks
They all clashed,
Collaboration and Resistance fought
While the damned Nazis sat back and laughed
In due time we made them pay, slit their throats
And let them hang
A fitting payback for setting our beautiful land aflame
In due time we came though,
under Tito, we marched on
From the rubble, a Federal Republic was born
However it didn't take long for that to burn
When Tito was laid to rest
It set the stage for Ethnic unrest.
1991, the swords redrawn,
Split along ethnic echelons
The Croats and Slovenes voted to Secede
Followed by the Bosnians and Herzegovinians
With new battle lines formed,
We departed, left a great vision be discarded
Yet Kosovo became so guarded
While the Serbs were greatly bombarded.
Over a near decade of war, we endured
Serbia and Montenegro stood
Side by side, but not for long
2008, decided to split off strong.
Although divided, we are somewhat united
Let the arms lay to rest, let our children enjoy the best
Let the future for the Balkans be bright,
For now we all bask in both sun and moonlight.
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