Dead Snow
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Life is pain, and hope has long been lost. I didn't choose death, death chose me. Darkness, endless darkness, is this death? The desolate flute echoed in the darkness. It's snowing, the snow lights up the darkness, and the snow turns into blood, flowing on the earth. The bright red earth, the bright red flowers, the flowers are beautiful, and their beauty is the ominous beauty of monsters, disaster, death and separation. The bright red hell, dressed in black robes, holds a huge scythe. So... Is that me?
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