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     I saw the beauty and the terrible. Myself and five other guardians went in, we bled and stumbled. I flew to heights I never dreamt possible. The rumors came first, the whispers trailing like the tail of a comet. A vault in Venus, terrifying things. Could you imagine being erased from time it self? Possible? Just whispers remain, is it coherent thought, or feelings? Makes my mind jumbled. Peaks my interest even more. I had to see it for my self. Just my luck, a hunter crossed my path seeking those to go with him. His name was Punch, he threw knives. We found some others and off we went. Awe was my first thought, blood was my second. This milky substance would suffice.  We went in, all we found were shadows of what once was. Spooky to think, who's been here and no one knows their name, or even if the shadows once connected to something that actually existed. The chambers whispered the names, no one cared to search the answers. We just went down, down, then down. Doors opened, a slew of bullets and smoke billowed. Then he appeared, through the smoke he came. Lightning flickered all about. Punch turned to me, I shook my head no,  incase his mind went to knives. Shit, let Punch have some fun. We reloaded and aimed our peace. Time flashed and shimmied, the world irrelevant around. The only thing that mattered was the bullets. The only thing that's real. After it all the five of us came out. We nodded and went our separate ways. The shadows still linger,the corners of my mind fuzzy yet content. I don't know why, I can't even throw them strait, yet I take it out and just stare. I think I'm crazy, it feels like it should means something. Nah, it's just a knife. I left it on Venus, all I need are my fists and my peace. If I'm not close enough to punch, I'm not doing my job.