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Nature spirit from moonlight born...

I want to see, by myself, lands and lore...

She's happy to see me, at last.

It's already late, my friend. Prepare yourself.

A tale of greed and retribution.

Following a light in a dark world...

My dream's jewel...

No one can see what is behind... behind my blind eyes waterfall.

I'm not sure yet what direction this story will take... Let's go with the flow. :)

Keenan was a very weak child who could barely get out of bed. He didn't have any friend before the day he heard the voice for the first time.