Glistening in all the colors of acidic emanations, they woke up at the dawn of the Über-End. Initially, their skin resembled that of humans, but as soon as you touched them, it would turn ashen... or was it violet? They only had the power of transmutation or so we thought in our ignorance, and Silence was their modus operandi. Pre-existing in the past, and expecting no future, they could not age at all – no term for ‘death’ ever appeared in the symbols they drew in thin air. And one day, when we least expected, they just fell asleep again, the triangle of oblivion and the circle of eternity floating on a cloud above their Dream.
The Seventh Sky of Phoenix
A Mythical Identity
The Avatar of Righteous Anger
The Ultimate Flame
Deer Is the Head Storm
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