Beneath the frozen moon, an ice storm has begun.
The gates have frozen shut. The damned have won.
Blistering winds howl through the castle walls. Obsidian glistens in the black shadows.
The dark forest is laced with hate. Hear the screams across the oaks.
Where does one go... when the sun is gone.
An arcane passage guides us to the crypt.
A hanging vessel of fear awakens.
"He who dares shall behold a challenge. Bring the iron sword to Xial. Beyond the eye of solitude. The Primordial Void"
Blood soaked frost moon.
The Primordial Void.
A sea of fog is rising upwards.
With an ominous drone of thunder.
Where does one go?
When the sun is gone?
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Cette musique me parle.
Contemplez l'aube sanguine où les terres anciennes ont été sculptées par la glace et la pierre. C'est l'Abitibi ça...
Roche de 2,7 milliards d'années.
Glaciés se sont retirés il y a environ 10000 ans.
Avec des couchers de soleil rouge framboise.
Maman pirate adore! ;-) 3 pépites d'or Lavinie Cloutier