Many years ago, he stood alone on the desolate land and looked up at the sky. Covered in blood, the confusion in his eyes could not be erased. The vicissitudes of life could not erase his despair. Time was like a canvas, stretching and curling up. He was like a wild beast, walking alone in the wilderness. . . .
One second? One point? Century? Millennium? . . . The moment he was reborn, he. . . . . Dark belly. . . . .
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