The Story Telling

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The wind carries the whispers of the dead, who words are left behind for those who are willingly to listen to their stories.
The rain cry's, showing ones or many sorrowfulness, their regrets and honest true love. Although it's ignored.
Thunder and lighting collapsing-as one showing ones anger. Their suffering of unequal testament. A pain that cannot be forgiven nor forgotten through life or death.
The fog is the silent of those who quietly understood and slowly let go. As they became a mystery of why they have given up so easily . People said but their reasoning aren't true. That person reasoning remain a mystery like them who vanished in the fog never to find or known the truth.
The sun is a star ray of hope. It brings and creates life. All it knows is happy and smile. Creating life not knowing what damage could be done.

The moon is a pure light

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The moon is a pure light. A glimpse of death. A dream portal. A vision. The connection to all worlds. Even the void of the beyond. While the sun is a light that send you to Valhalla of Etro's gate. The moon takes away and gives opening doors to the souls where they entered for themselves. Leaving their own body behind while the wonder in the void of beyond.

Part two upload: 12/09/2019 6:30pm

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Part two upload: 12/09/2019 6:30pm

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