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There I was, on a hill under a reddish sky with two moons. My undead form has already left me. I am like a living dead person with a spectral consciousness, but I have memory. The most enigmatic thing is that in front of me are three entities that frighten me, as if they were both a specter and a demon with chains in their hands. One was misery with a pale yellow appearance, misery is another dark green entity, and the other is a blue storm. I am afraid to see how this third entity can end reason and the existence of earthly life.
More than a legend, I am wandering in a river of phosphorescent green color, where at its side there are trees full of fire, that rite has many faces of faces of lament as if sin runs through that water of lost souls, I do not see shadows you only hear lament and whines, I know of my sin and I have wandered in this world of the infamous.
More than a legend, I am wandering in a river of phosphorescent green color, where at its side there are trees full of fire, that rite has many faces of faces of lament as if sin runs through that water of lost souls, I do not see shadows you only hear lament and whines, I know of my sin and I have wandered in this world of the infamous.