STRIKING THE OLD AND STONEMADE GUITARA ..ABOVE THE COLD SAND.. THE SEA IS MAD IN ALL OF TERMS.. THE SKY IS GREY.. THEY ARE ALL COVERED UP BY THEIR INTENSE BROWN SUIT ..KICKING STRONGLY THE DRUMS .... A FEMALE VOICE IS SINGING WITH A HEARTBURN AND A VOICE OF THREAT ....BLACK RAVENS MADE THEIR WAY OUT FROM THEIR NEST..CRYING...WINDS ARE BREAKING SHIPS AND EXTRACTING DEATH FROM SACRED TOMBS..THE EVIL AND HOSTILE MUSIC IS SPREAD ..THE ROAR OF THUNDER MAKES IT LOUDER ..SUDDENLY THE MUSIC STOPPED... A MESSY SILENCE COVERED THE AIR... IT STARTED RAINING A GREY TEARS ... EVERY ONE IS READY FOR HIS COMING.... HE MARCHS OUT FROM HIS TENT THAT STOOD STEADY DESPITE THE HEAVY MADNESS OUTSIDE ...
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FantasyIN A LAND WHERE HUMANS ARE JUDGED TO LIVE THE FINEST PUNISHMENTS ... A SNAKE BECOMES A DRAGON ... A MONSTER IS A DWARF WITH THE TEETH OF VAMPIRE ...AND THE NATURE IS A LIVING BEING SHATTERING IT ALL...I CALLED THIS LAND "ZALDOVA"...WHERE A ONE TATOO...
