Nada existía a su alrededor. Solo el sonido dentro de su cabeza, la mente suspensa en el tiempo. Cuando muriese, no seria su fin. Seria el fin del mundo.

Stay out of this, Zebulon. (Dolophoni) You guys come to my town, you don’t call. You don’t write. And you expect me to just let you run amok in front of the humans? Really, Deimos, don’t tread here unless you want to bleed. (ZT)

It is not every one," said Elinor, "who has your passion for dead leaves.

Iar tu ai să stai lângă mine și o sa privim realitatea, nu închipuirile.

Written By Edith Wharton

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