He is a jester and a sinner, ugly, hated, hiding behind a red veil of forbidden pleasures, a product of dangerous darkness and a child of black vice. He is a poet and a dreamer, caressed by everyone's love, hiding behind a bright curtain of pretended sparkling happiness, a creation of falsehood and sincerity. He is the hero and the villain in this story, two sides of the same card, a demon with angel wings and a saint with a devil's lance in his hand. He is the one who has been running away from himself all this time. Warning: both of heroes are NOT Marko, and if somewhere I write about the Creator, to whom the audience comes, then this is just one of the facets of our Mr. Saaresto. Otherwise, everything is fiction, I don't want to look into Marko's soul, this is my image, the way I wanted to see my hero.
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