Wandangle of the pansley hidden within the patrinkling phantasm, where the fortitude shall be the wreckage of glory, sentencing to whoever has betrayed him; the world is a wound and he is the scar.

A flesh about him.

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π–¨π–½π–Ύπ—‡π—π—‚π—π–Ίπ—Œ 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗂

π–ͺπ—‚π—Œπ–Ίπ— π–§π—‚π–½π—Žπ—‰

π–΅π—‚π—Œπ—Žπ–Ίπ—…π—‚π—Œπ–Ίπ—Œπ—‚

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