Between decaying worlds sculptured in black marble and chained in hate amongst the dead silence contemplating the radical form of hate Odium Generis Humani
"(...) I'm sending You a frozen smile, Cached by the icicles, among these falling snowflakes Up there on the ridges the wolves howl with a sound of desert and of mist, Rousing forests through these passing years. All around is dumbfounded and the sky seems sewed by a trembling hand And with shinning eyes, The Unseen, the Unknown rise the voice and becomes real..." Diorel Boghean: Melconian "Letters from the North"
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