-You know this is before God, yet you still come here?-
-Because my god is here.-
-In eighteenth-century Europe, the light of God has yet to fall upon the darkness-
-In a great cathedral hidden somewhere in the forests of Italy, a painting of a saint is kept-
-It is so beautiful that even sinners who see it
-Cannot help but repent for their sins, tears welling up from the depths of their hearts-
-A boy who has become aware of his sins, lured by "Disaster,"
-Gazes upon the Underworld forest, planted with black poplars and barren coconut trees-
-The lord of the land of the dead hides the moonlight in the shadows of his voluminous sleeves-
-Thus begins the holy war, as the souls of Nod set the flames of Paradise Lost alight-
Writing blurbs is what I'm worst at in this whole life, honestly. [Tearful]
I. The heroine is a gentle, kind flower seller and a childhood friend of Aaron and the others.
II. The hero is Hypnos. This story has absolutely nothing to do with Greek mythology.
III. The writing style is rather serious, and the values are wholesome. The author loves expressing truth, goodness, and beauty. 0w0
IV. I started this story because I wanted to find out if the bows on the Twin Gods' outfits could be untied.
V. The main appeal of this story is the contrast. It's written in third person.
If you keep feeding me comments, I'll sprout and grow up in no time, hehe~ I'm going to become a literary, fresh-and-delicate... little bird!
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He had passed through the stages of glory and longing for glory, and reached the end of hope.
One Hundred Years of Solitude
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