Wild Growth

Deep in the universe, a meeting kicks off the path to immortality, with gods and demons dancing wildly and the immortal king bleeding. On the blue planet, the young man looking at the Ducati in the garage felt affectionately and sighed. Maybe? The world is just a glass lamp, and you and I are both covered, making no distinction between black and white? Would you rather be a wick or travel far away with a lamp? I follow my own path and grow wildly This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.