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And he pierced his belly with a sword so sharp it could cut open a thousand stones, thousand stones that kept his youth inside, away from the cold wake world... Sentences sounded better while he was putting his eyes to rest, after the ridget days of renunciation he only wished for a famililar voice beside to guide him strong and proud to dry ground. He finally laid the face onto the moss and felt like he could hear the heartbeats which belonged to the whole humanity. It was not true though, there was only one beat, resonating in the chest, slowly quieting down, making him so peacefull. It was soothing and beautiful, the way everything was taking a brighter shade, in that little time memories passed through the grey head of his and stopped in that moment when he was a child, happy like the next person. Exhaling, the air became thicker and his soul moved on gently and carefully, like it was on a display ...
