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9 ЧаŃŃĐž Đ ĐżŃĐŸŃĐ”ŃŃĐ” ĐĐ»Ń ĐČĐ·ŃĐŸŃĐ»ŃŃ
-ËËâââââ đđđđđđđđđ
đđđđđđđđ:
đeneath the light of the moon, where silhouettes đžđąđđ”đ» between reality and the unknown, I never expected my đorld to đ¶đŻđłđąđ·đŠđ.
ââââ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ. ââââàŁȘ
đżhere were always signs-an đnease đŽđđȘđ”đ©đŠđłđȘđŻđš beneath my đkin, the wind whispered of something stirring. đet, I never could have đđ°đłđŠđŽđŠđŠđŻ the đruth:
ââ .âŠÂ·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·ââââ
đžđđđđđđđ exist. đžđđđđ walk.
đairy tales are đđąđł... đđąđł from kind.
ââ .âŠÂ·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·ââââ
I was lost in a đłđŠđąđđź where the đđđđđđđđđ reveals đecrets meant to remain hidden, where đestinies are đangled in threads of silver and đate is cruel in its đeauty.
ââââ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ. ââââàŁȘ
đłere, the creatures of đorgetten legends watch from the dark, đžđąđȘđ”đȘđŻđš. Here, the past and đuture blur, đolding into the đ”đžđȘđđȘđšđ©đ” of what once was and what đžđȘđđ be.
. Ęâ âč . ă°đâââ.. ĘË . Ę
âč. àŁȘđŻ ïž”â â âč
ââ đ âŸâœ âŸâœđ ââ
- ‿ /đđ°đ¶đŻ/ËËË
đđ©đŠ đŻđąđ”đ¶đłđąđ đŽđąđ”đŠđđđȘđ”đŠ đ°đ§ đŠđąđłđ”đ©,
đ·đȘđŽđȘđŁđđŠ (đđ©đȘđŠđ§đđș đąđ” đŻđȘđšđ©đ”)
đŁđș đłđŠđ§đđŠđ€đ”đŠđ„ đđȘđšđ©đ” đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đŽÍđ¶ÍđŻÍ.Í