I heard of man who barked at glowing sphere in night sky.
We played money making game. He drived into digital sphere.
There was once a time in ancient days reminiscent of murder moon of blood. When the moon gets red, we die alone.
Along with life, we lived in peace with elf monsters.
They were spread all over the world. Along with mankind, first born and in the town of village world.
Spiritual wonders at the glaring glance of afternoon past were made for meat shield strawberry baby.
She who mistakes the language, is forsaken as a unborn child of the good man, persistent guy, who faces his trial by Goddess.
Along and among those lines, in the deep mountains of Sarandorunia, it lies a being with mighty mystical prowess possessed of power.
I was among those people, chosen by Goddess, as Goddess, for Goddess, as non-human creature, mythological creatures were unleashed unto the night, speaking ancient archaic language.
Once, before she vanished.
That was his last request, of a dying man.
He was Error.
Хуй войне!
桐生会FOREVER #ThankYouCoco / Rest in peace, Near, thank you for everything