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I went there, where Atrio was sleeping, I saw him alive and his face resembles mine, His eyes reflect the same shades than mine do... His blue skin and black wings reminded me what I shouldn't have done... We recovered each other's codex for illumination and felt amused that we did... Then I came back, spitting and throwing up every single drop of blood, the one we shared, the codex is complete now... After a very long aeon. I am free again
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Aeon
I went there, where Atrio was sleeping, I saw him alive and his face resembles mine, His eyes reflect the same shades than mine do... His blue skin and black wings reminded me what I shouldn't have done... We recovered each other's codex for illumination and felt amused that we did... Then I came back, spitting and throwing up every single drop of blood, the one we shared, the codex is complete now... After a very long aeon. I am free again
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
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