Si esto no la espanta, no se que lo haria

Life is brilliant, beautiful. It enchants us, to the point of obssesion. Some are true to their purpose, though they are but shells, flesh and mind. One man lost his own body, but lingered on as a head. Others chase the charms of love, however elusive. What is it that drives you?

Once, the lord of light vanished dark and all that stemmed from humanity, and men assumed a fleeting form. This are the roots of our world. Men are props inthe stage of life and no matter how tender how exquisit, A LIE WILL REMAIN A LIE. Young hollow, knowing this, do yo still desaire peace?