Your breathe expands the emptiness between redish metalic opaque walls. Amidst the darkness of the gloomy and crimson belfry, tolling yourself so that if the Moon smiled, she would resemble you, leaving the same impresion.
And if what is of Earth forgets you, say to that Earth of silence: I...
(In the final version there will be three more options. They are already handwritten on my journal, I need to write them on Twine).
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