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Hands as soft as the lost and deprived sea dares to caresses itself against the ignited fire that raged into the heavens, to which the fire screamed with resent that you could vaguely hear it saying, "The end is near"

The body as the saying goes that ignited the undeniable and never ending warmth that one would mistake as dangerous but which would be in fact reliable. Turns into ashes once it dared to step into the realm of the lost and forgotten. As cold it once could be, as it's body
Dissipated, the screams from it could make out, "The end is near."

Heavens fell.

















Two souls combined.
















Until only the remains were left


























Could what be said, be preventing the chaos that once walked upon earth?






















































Or shall it be the trigger that ignites the unforgivable seal to break loose and return to its stage once again...

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