Nothing voiced-all hisses, a serpent, vengeful, relentless, they raved. Others attested to languages long dead to the world, though of course known to their reporters. The man-shaped light shall not deliver you, it allegedly declared, and, Flames were always your destiny, my children. Its children- Is it worth anyone's while now to journey out those starfish corridors where they suffer, each behind his door of oak and iron, the penance they bear as a condition of that awful witness? My
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The narrative depicts a haunting atmosphere where voices are replaced by hissing sounds reminiscent of a vengeful serpent. Characters are portrayed as claiming knowledge of ancient languages, hinting at mysteries long gone but known to a select few. There is a foreboding message delivered by a light representing malevolence, suggesting that flames and suffering are intertwined with their fate. The imagery evokes themes of destiny and punishment that resonate deeply with the characters involved.

This leads to a contemplative question about the worth of seeking out the agony experienced by others, locked away behind doors of oak and iron. The passage implies that these individuals endure personal torment as a consequence of their past experiences. It urges a reflection on the human condition and whether it is valuable to delve into such suffering, thus highlighting the complexities of existence and the burdens of awareness.

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