Armend sits, the room is still,
Bathed in pale blue light until
The world outside is lost from view,
And all he knows is shadows, too.

210 hours gone,
In Hollow Knight, he’s soldiered on—
Through endless caves, through endless night,
He seeks the crown, he seeks the fight.

But Armend, listen—hear the call:
The real world’s waiting past these walls.
The days are slipping, thin as air,
Yet you are lost, still sitting there.

The world outside begins to fade,
Your friends have gone, your youth decayed.
There’s more to life than monsters slain,
Than hidden maps and fleeting gain.

Look around, the day is dying,
Outside the birds are softly crying.
But in your room, you stay so still,
Fingers twitching, chasing thrill.

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