hunting magical beings upon a morning as the sun rose black caitaan began the dream of evil save the fallen one.. the tiny boat made way..the black sun moved as death.. nectar and lava flowed...ikoci appeared do not lose her to an eternity i'll save her the old one screamed the vial secure in his robe the old vizer empited his shoe she tugged at the core of his very being...
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