In the fall, the speed of the object is linked to its weight. Your world is about to end. Asphalt is a few hundred meters from the body falling. The parachute will not open. Needless to pretend nothing happened. No, not open.
The tower where I live is part of a gap of time. I do not suffer no damage. I can stand by and watch it roll in the remains of your society in decay. I shall observe your attachment to life, the aggressive treatment on a dying breed.
Gor bought the wine. It will be a show not to be missed.
may come to think that those who move the wires have no interest in the destruction. After all, how could dominate a world that no longer exists. What sense would destroy his kingdom, his own house, and all that supports his throne. No, it makes no sense for you little mortal. It makes no sense because you do not believe in other possibilities except the one that is painted on the eyes.
But if I tell you that there are other worlds, other realities, amazing events of life that go beyond your comprehension. No, do not look at the infinite space above your heads. You can not even catch that, let alone if I speak of Multimondo, the micro-universes, cosmic entities, and of course, the demons ...
Those who hold your fate much more than gold and aspire to power. They have what they want now. Not even the immortality of their souls is a prestigious enough money for them. No, they have another agenda. They want to climb the Mountains of Madness, stick his head out the cloth, look with the face of the great ancient lava, and laugh together them. For eternity.
is a game of higher powers, a board where you do all the expendable part of pedestrians. Do not count anything for them.
I give you a hint: you sleep. Stay asleep. And while you dream ... dream, prepare the advent. Your world is the end.
Practice. Maybe you'll be part of the upcoming comedy.
