The low voice was ethereal and contained a calmness, and the mantras filled the sky like sounds of nature. Slightly closed eyes, clasped hands, and pious whispers make people feel calm and intoxicated...
The moment the red rose blooms, will the grudges, past and present lives be the end of everything...
"Ye, I'm back..."
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