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the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.
the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.
300 years ago, the Alphas fled the Phantoms out of Jamaa, never to be seen again, and an era of peace came. Now, it is forbidden to mention the Phantoms in Jamaa to keep fear from rising. Everyone thinks that the serenity that is lasting will stay forever. What would happen though if the Phantoms returned? Enter Etern...
Brandon Stamp is abducted on his way out of a grocery store. He doesn't know who took him or why, and when he finds out what they want him for his confusion turns into terror. Frantically searching for clues to the group behind his abduction, Brandon discovers he can do things no human should be capable of. Will thes...