A boy s'addentra to the lands of men. Moves toward peace seeking his dream in glittering crystals. At each step, however, here it is doubt and despair in her eyes you can tell the object of his desire from the usual filth.
The land of men is covered by endless furrows. From these warm salt smell of rotting pest populations intent to consume each other since time immemorial. Wanting to cross these lands, you must sink the foot of the mud and eating the fruits that grow there you have to kill people, more hungry, you become weak.
And so a certain time to face the boy sees a strong, armed, and a beggar devoured by time. There is no hope for the beggar, who intimidated hides in the folds of his ragged coat. Expect the next moment every second, without thinking more thrills and cries for nothing but to fly out of his head from his neck. But the ideals aliens push the boy to avoid such a fratricide. And another question because the beggar retain his blade, said it was not food is what it smells like its dead flesh. Son
two dead eyes and empty vedon reflected the image of the boy away, do not understand how hard ancestral move those legs between bedbugs and cockroaches, among traps and carcasses.
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