Great.
Too bad warehouses don't do jack, even with lvl 10 stockpile, to save our stuff, eh???
U noć idem, sjećanje jedan trn od zalosne, dalje prema smrti.
Into the night I go, memory a thorn of sorrow, onward toward death.
Death feels like the butterfly, can't escape the scarred lie
~Skinny Puppy: haZe~
So, drifting through the dark
The sympathy of night's mercy inside my heart
Is your life the same? Do ghosts cry tears? Do they feel years?
As time just goes on and on and on
~TransSiberian Orchestra: Back to a Reason, pt2~
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