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It has broken

It has broken

Once time ago the river passed under the bridge as like as the sun rising every day. The fire burns and purifies everything, while the water blots out our regrets.

It is Midnight

It is Midnight

I saw you in the mirror-like a dark shadow following his victim. During the 60th seconds between the day and the night, fantastic creature dancing. After that, nothing.