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"Recently, the gods are becoming more and more fond of using two-legged bodies..."
"Lord God is becoming less and less fond of laughing..."
In the pure white temple, a white-haired human girl sat quietly in a hot spring with flowers in full bloom. The water vapor was steaming. Next to her stood a milky-white sculpture of a man and horse that matched her eyebrows.
In the dark palace, Balor sat on the black iron throne and looked quietly in the direction of the temple. He prayed that he was missing his lover, and he held the heavy sword to prevent his lover from returning to the divine realm.
My god, you are so kind and pure. I am willing to commit blasphemous sins. I just ask you not to leave me alone in this endless starry sky and wilderness. I wish that I will never be able to obtain eternal peace after death, in the hope that you will turn your eyes to me again.
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