La última noche de los hombres
- Odsłon 40
- Głosy 8
- Części 1
¿Que harías si de un día para otro todo lo que conoces desapareciera?
¿Que harías si mañana te encuentras solo en un mundo que se desmorona?
¿Que harías si un horror mucho más allá de tu imaginación se engendrara a tu alrededor y solo pudieras huir?
¿Que harías si te arrebataran todo lo que te hace ser humano?
No te preocupes, no tendrás que responder porque lo más probable es que tras aquella noche no volvieras a abrir los ojos.
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