Weeping Dream
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|| Rating: PG13 || The broken land of Lunae falls into the hands of a 13-year-old born killer and his naive best friend. A mysterious prophecy, a deadly gift, (a shiny rock,) and a twisted, power-hungry organization with it's headquarters located directly in the kingdom of thieves- Weeping Dream.
"The sun is your brain, though the moon is your eyes
Unite them and follow the blood moon's blurred sides
A beautiful nightmare, a happy weeping dream,
Find the fallen moon before his blood poisons the stream.
Twenty-seven years they wait, awake inside a lie,
Five travel to the river grass that's closest to the sky
Three green are stained red, one promising despite,
Two must fall away, away, and one alone shall fight.
For they who frees their demons guided by the night,
Hand-in-hand with a shadow who finally shows his light,
Not for glory, not revenge, not a hero, just a boy,
They fight for just a love, they stand with love destroyed."
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