Before the fate will come.Before the fog will fade away.Before the illusion will faint.Until the time is true..
The dull wind that blew on that day..
.. should be left in the ruins of yesterday
"The hollow space left behind, was stuffed with bundles of straw. Button eyes. Tattered clothing and a crooked hat. The ticking of a synthetic metronome filled the spot where his heart should be."
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