Come, come my little one, pull up your chair to the soft glow of the fire. Let the weaver of tales intertwine a fable for your dear ear. Let me unfold the peats of a twisting story. Hush now, for time never ceases, let your mind wander into the realm of things nonexistent. The place where burdens are alleviated, where the incredible runs rampant and the impossible ever so possible. There is no greater place, than a place that has no bounds, a place where better is relative, a place with no greater. This is the world of imagination.
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Dawn of the Immortalis: Volumes 1-3
FantasíaBeneath this shadowed veil of words lies a tale of the unseen world, never yet has its brilliance been penned down, until now. Every tick of the clock is followed by a tock, comparisons and balance, foundations of the universe are they not? Now come...
