Food… His readings continued from all over the place, its bikes and its tricks, thriving the space in Vada, it had not held itself well, it would have been percentage of all the writings of the place, it was trembling of the sanity that ticked near him, it passed there, transferring it to the whole place, but it would have been better if there was not at all, at least on the faces of the passers, apparently, if he had seen them as animals at least would have been slaughtered banks. It's already happened once, yes… They've been following all this time, clear he had the thing, otherwise they wouldn't come back and appear, repeatedly and over and over again, as long as he looked at the dark space, the place was blurred, so were the people in it, they used being here to finally hunt him, the fuzzy demons, and by his side were his allies, some more frightened people who came here with their backs and reduced their back to the thick and glazed wall. All the prophecies, and the people, these visions that brought the blur with them, they were there, near him, but avoid his hold as long as he brought himself to chase. He didn't contribute to him who didn't know what he was chasing, it was starting from childhood, but there was no limit to it. Appeared and disappeared. He remembers playing this in his childhood, the blur was a friend, brought comfort under him, so he asked at least, today he suspected that there was no comfort in it, but the beginning of control of it. Starting building its location for shadows. That started moving on the whole place, like ripped off the length of his body and you can search for himself. A clear thing is not reflected in his eyes, certainly not in his mouth. Everything gathered around that one, something was uncomfortable if their anxiety was no longer sufficient. They are here…By B. They came, you'll hide that's murmuring to himself, looking Nora Anna and Anna, not knowing himself, for a moment seems like a direction beyond him, to someone else. They didn't know what to do with themselves, social, it was weird, some were almost comforted by feeling.
Something brilliant itself at the time out of that charged hand, probably a knife. Some of them tried to reduce themselves even more, but it didn't seem much help standing at last. "Well, come on...""" You can get out, maybe you will finally end with it, and his voice has come from fear of a last desperate, thick and aggressive announcement. That's where the time has come, of all present in place. They appeared, he felt something around, the shadows concentrated in the dark boulders of the place, blurred, always rustling on his side of sight, the referral of the look did not lay their image on him to be caught well, it preyed his senses. What do you want? Come on. It seemed that those slowly moved there, raising something to him, handing out hands, sending things to him. You… You want me to tell about myself… Yes, I can—I guess. His tongue was woven in words where he was inactive to the situation, but was kept in things, and the shadows' reaction was easy, felt he was speaking to fascinate from their great journey that badly harmed their spirit against him as well.
I don't want there, so I don't used to mention others, but I can say who I am, sort of, was born in a small village, not very far from here, when I think of it, pretty to some extent that it happens here, after all this time, I've always grown up as one blessed, I don't know if others saw it in the village, but I do, my very life is blessed, I came here out of everyone, I've found them all, maybe they saw it and maybe not, but you've seen, I know you started chasing me in the village, I've always felt you, like I felt my life, and the blessing. So I ran away, no matter who tried to stop me, hand me over to you, handled him and continued to escape, in all countries I fled, all of them slowly discovered my blessing, and now they all want me, and I finally came back here, just to reach your hands, … it's very unhappy, come on, let's get this over with already