Lo mas terrorifico del terror, es que es absolutamente relativo. Escuche oir que cerca de la laguna de lobos algunos niños consideraban que el terror era lento e inverso, mayormente la cara opuesta a lo que solemos hacer en la vigilia.
What was the start of all this? When did the cogs of fate begin to turn? Perhaps it is impossible to grasp the answer now, From deep within the flow of time... But, for a certainty, back then We loved so many, yet hated so much, We hurt others and were hurt ourselves Yet even then, we ran like the wind, Whilst our laughter echoed, Under Cerulean skies...
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