The gloomy castle stretched out its claws and pointed the conspiracy at the innocent.
The dusty chains imprisoned the saint, and the streamer was pushed into the abyss.
Wanderer, covered in dust, is it indifference or redemption?
Call.
The secret of the ancient clock ticks, and the gears rotate along the track.
The vicious vines twist and turn, and jealousy disappears with fear.
People with missions, do you know who stole time?