"... And he got a full moon night. A being of clothes torn and curly, black hair the night wandering. Your skin, pristine white as a spectrum reflected from the first against his divinity.
His voice was barely audible, talking to me as if I heard in my head.
"What wizard is this? What magic is this?" He said'm a fallen angel.
"I asked him to explain himself, and he told me everything, Tiriel was his name ..."
Handwriting Razalah 1000ac - Asia
