That period of history is destined to be sung forever, and all new Cybertronian beings will grow up listening to his story. Everyone will remember such a leader. During his lifetime, he spread energy liquid all over the devastated continent of Cybertron. He died in the darkness before dawn, and his unblinking eyes looked up at the changing sky of clouds in the depths of the source of fire. Optimus, you are the last of the unruly gods.
War. Glory. Love. Die. After everything roared like a strong wind, the leader's eyes were forever settled in the depths of the source of fire, shining brightly in this eternal silence.
However, the doctor always believed that Optimus had not left everyone. He turned into the mountains and oceans of Cybertron, into the rain, dew and starlight, and into this little TF who was exactly the same as when he was a child, to accompany them. The years are quiet and everything is peaceful.
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