Whoever is not weak-willed will will submit neither to angels nor to the devil.

- Lycia

I peered into the depths of darkness.

Nostramo, that's what they call this world. The syllable tossed and turned, sticking to the gums like sticky honey, dripping from between my teeth that no longer existed.

They used to have three layers, hard as a diamond, and each smile made my enemies or guests tremble. But it's all as I once had

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