The music plays and death comes.
She is a Shura in the fire, and she is never merciful; but she is tender and affectionate, and does not hesitate in love and tenderness.
Is she a savior or a destroyer?
As he turned his hands over his hands, the color of the world changed.
But she felt that the sky was not high enough and the land was not wide enough.
What can you do to me?