Originating thousands of years ago, a war started out of desire and ended in blood and red flames.
The proud wooden horse that exhausted the efforts of the Greek heroes raised its head and neighed in the abyss. It witnessed the triumph of the ancient Greek city and was destined to be burned and marked with blood that could never be washed away in life after life.
Killing.
Tyrannical.
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What exactly is destiny?
Out of control.
When the rising sun shines on the cover of a book that has been dusty for many years, more than fifty sleeping elves are creating disasters unscrupulously.
Haze.
Trapped alone in the cold and dark underground, just because I am destined to be the missing half. If [hope] had not replaced [love], the [nothing] that once existed might still be clinging to itself.
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