It was then that it all started.
The sky was mysteriously transparent purple, the air pleasurably suffocating, the roads a mesmerizing desert and the psyche full of despondent thoughts.
Incarnation incarcerated.
It was than that it started.
The sky was mysteriously transparent purple, the air pleasurably suffocating, the roads a mesmerizing desert and the psyche full of despondent thoughts.
Incarnation incarcerated.
It was than that it started.
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