and we all burned

In Ehloschar everything seems perfect.
In Mohabar nothing is as it seems.
In Tehabir the skies are burning.
In Al-Rashid the people fear.

Follow us into the world of Debris, a collection of fractions left behind retrieved out of the minds of the lost youth.

Hello lovely, I just wanted to say that English isn't my first language, so feel free to let me know if there are any errors -- still is enough if it is pointed out once. Feel free to pint out angels you like or disprove with.

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