ã A SON HAS FALLEN DOWN IN THE SHRINE OF THE SUN âĢ ðģ ãâ âĒâĒ éŧæį
...ð― Embraced silence and the allure of decay, feeling like a little soul carrying a corpse.Among ebony forests and frigidwinds, found beauty in thetransient nature of life, twistinglike serpent in harmony with the ðŠĶ.
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