How could I have had a brain in some jagged skull? Watchful eyes, watchful gaze, watching in the autumn fog. The shadows of the night respond to terrifying souls with frightening wars! Shadows slid, and goblins snarled with a snarling smile between the house walls! A rare, broken piece of glass falls to pieces, and the meteor shards of street lamps are almost hurting the ever-tearful sympathetic eyes!

The consciousness of fear is not getting quieter in the corners of my brain, it is only growing more intensely! I would run to him, Yes: Who would take care to hug me, put them on my lap, - and caress my boxing head until I just fall asleep! Hiding as a survivor, I stealth, I move together, I move with the all-filling silence while I tremble myself! It would be nice now to return to Helion’s dazzling realm, where the sun rises every day for sure in eternity!

I would run away from magical nights, and yet involuntarily attract something to it! - And the warm clothes made in the muddy era follows. If we took everything as lightly and lightly as ice-cold indifference! The rusted leaves of the worn trees suddenly turned to gold,

the season stretched out, and as King of Mides he eagerly preoccupied streets and squares! The trees instead of me sobbed with the rustle of rain: You can never be yourself again because fear has moved into my heart - the thrifty Avar is already gathering: In reddening twilight, volcanoes are sacrificed in flame as a favor, with its final redemption in Autumn, but this year I have seen enough! The torment of penniless is often tempted, though pocket money as an alleged adult, I still get! I can only rely on what I need!

The treasure of the golden apple of the seasons, still useless, yet their aesthetics are inseparable, with a message of eternity ...