• • ͙ * ̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥ * ̩̩̥͙ ✩ * ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥ * ̩̩͙‧͙. • ͙ * ̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥ * ̩̩̥͙ ✩ * ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥ * ̩̩͙‧͙.
I push the door of my abandoned shop... the insects that pass beneath me... the dust that envelops things... the darkness broken by the dim sunlight... they create weakness within me... so that I can kneel in front of the same table that brought me together with my loved ones... one day. .
"You are the only one who can stop my lullaby before it ends. What are you?"
"I can't decide whether he's lucky or unlucky? Who are you, really?"
"So whose son are you?"
"This old man will end us in the bowels of the Espedo. For God's sake, stay calm until we cross the river."
"Don't start rebuking me. This is my first summons. Also, why are you enjoying tea as if you were alive?"
beggar? ..Old?...Crazy?...Crazy?
Tubao: Rather, I am the wise, the wise. I am the wise man of this century, why doesn't anyone believe me?
My eyes did not leave the empty chair of the sage. For a moment, I imagined myself sitting there, until the name carved above it, Al-Hakim, stopped me. -Xiang Dao-
Meeting Atoms...Deshaya's Spirits...The Great Spear...The Lost Lord...
Jacqueline's Bull...Sacrifice to the Gods
- Let's say hello to shock number...how much? I thought I was the only one who would have miracles in this time. What would a weak old man like me add to a century full of miracles?
• • ͙ * ̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥ * ̩̩̥͙ ✩ * ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥ * ̩̩͙‧͙. • ͙ * ̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥ * ̩̩̥͙ ✩ * ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥ * ̩̩͙‧͙.
Sooooooon ^^