The bizarre sense of sin press heavily did my brain. Is necro smell filled of the air far above the ground. Now is not the phenomenon of mistaken invoke a sense of my decadent one. I am l00king for Aldebaran to the north crown position. Aldebaran is tells the weeping of my friends be left side. As head hurts every time. This headache is just one of the senses feeling I'm alive. Yet physical, mental, terrible pain,all of the body tells to react I'm live on the ground.

I miss ...my friends. They're left a place of no return. Perhaps deeper than hell, Hades, the gl00my abyss they are governed. Can the trail there is a soul in such deep darkness or be left? After the sunset is coming Aldebaran goes into further north. The day will come someday in Heaven forever will not see the stars. Is that the end of the day, the day they called a human presence on the ground, which completely disappear? Now I just want to believe but not the last man. Aldebaran until the day that lies above the sky, somewhere in the world humans live. I would be able to meet one of them. Only that way........

Poet  and lute player was Ashton Smith. Lyrium addicter Ashton Smith.

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