Jan 11, 2020

Towards the Sleep of the Last Number

After Comrade G slew the Dragon and pulled out its sweet tongue, there was no equality left in the crystal heart of Princess Finesse. The weary hero asked for her hand, but she only handed him a smile, a glow from her left eye and a whisper of the wind rushing through her hair. All of the sudden, the motionless body of the Beast melted, and the infinite field of inverted teardrops surrounded the couple. In every single tear, a blue caterpillar of pristine pleasure was sleeping, and deep within each larva, an embryo of Void was concealed...

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