God is a Woman
Cheers!
In NevertimeIn NEVERTIMEIn Nevertime
OF these landscapes remains little but the shattered ruins of the Towers of Hlûnn. The Floating Islands deeply buried beneath infinite layers of decayed civilisations. The World is no more than a mere shadow of the ghostly echoes of the diffuse essence of slain gods.
None but a few remember the time when the sky was aloft, a distant protective shell of skygreen power and sparkling dulled white stars. The earth bleeds and the sky shatters in monstruous shrieks but no one can see or hear anylonger.
Many among them claim that they are the makers of their bodies and the weavers of their fai
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Tu sais ce qui se passe dans exactement un mois?!?!?!?!?!
Hein?!?!?!?!?!
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“We, the Defectors of the Final Call, shall hide and survive on the Worlds of the Obscure Remembrance of the Fall of Ton.”
Ose, Hoct-ringond Act Pnarsht-tething, temung frafenung don sor Hangulond Hoct Vorsh-rongond ing Mil Toning
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“We, the Defectors of the Final Call, shall hide and survive on the Worlds of the Obscure Remembrance of the Fall of Ton.”
Ose, Hoct-ringond Act Pnarsht-tething, temung frafenung don sor Hangulond Hoct Vorsh-rongond ing Mil Toning
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