" - and there i was... longing for that deep melancholy of the plains, on my journey into the forest."

the rider

segunda-feira, 7 de março de 2016

"crossing the giant´s cliff on the shore of phantoms"

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  1. “Once on the far north I saw the cliffs along the atlantean ocean, be bested by the strong waves beneath. Snow falls. A pack of wolves hunts my horse as I reach the shore of phantoms. The owl returns.”

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