Wandering in darkness… The air of the woods permeates my body… The air is heavy and deep… As the dead surround me… Deep as hell…
I feel so cold. Light surrounds a hand… Cutting darkness… Coming towards me.
Death by my eyes! He screams to me that I shall die! Die! He takes my heart!
Death by my eyes! She screams to me that I shall die! Die! She steals my heart! DIE, MY EYES!
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