the sky is getting dark, glancing over the wild trees the galaxy with millions of stars starts to show...even if i hate those eleftherians to death, the darkness of the forest makes the starts even brighter. backing away through the gravel i glance around the familiar ruins i fight everyday, it was them..it was them who have killed the highest one of the throne, it was them who- yet your thoughts are interrupted by a breeze passing, making the bushes of the wild planet behind you rustle.
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1Yuli-nee
10/09/2025