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Jul 2016
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
Ishtar
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