Troll Death Knell

The world is inarticulate, and its only dialect is sin. Unfortunately, those who understand it are always burdened with the crime of loneliness. It shares the same sin as this world that is constantly rusting and disappearing. 'When blood blooms in the garden of Saint-Sherol, the executioner's eyebrows will be full of flowers. Please smell it, stranger, and the blood will eventually be covered by the fragrance of flowers from heaven. ' This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.