Oh, Predok, hear my soul’s deep call,
To Rhode Island’s shores, where I long to fall.
Where waves clash in silent schemes,
Like Gladio Mori’s buried dreams.

In winds that echo across the bay,
I feel the chill of games we play—
The trials of steel, the fate of the brave,
Testing courage on each wild wave.

And through this Portal, I drift once more,
To ocean’s edge, a long-lost shore.
"Is it still safe?" my spirit sighs,
In fields where lighthouses pierce the skies.

Oh, Predok, guide this weighted heart,
Through puzzles grim and tests of art.
The coast whispers, "The cake's a lie,"
Yet onward, boundless, my thoughts still fly.

For in Rhode Island’s light and shade,
A battlefield, a promise made.
Between glimmering shores and shadows deep,
I yearn for realms where dreams don’t sleep.

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