Melancholia

Melancholia

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There was once a town called Melancholia, where weird things often happened. The spirits there, are not necessarily good, not necessarily bad. The skies there were most often blue, but sometimes light shows occurred. Clouds came in all shapes, sizes and colours. The trees were the weirdest ones, some eerily unusual, disturbing. Here is the story of some events that occurred in Melancholia, the stories about this tainted city. After they destroy Melancholia, it seems that the remnants of the project Melancholia are found and Melancholia is slowly rebuilt. More people turned into something or someone else due to the rise of Melancholia. Can they escape the destiny that Melancholia has set for them? AUTHORS: 1. Martio Bredge - @MartioBredge 2. Mukhriz Haqimi - @Mukhriz_Haqimi
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