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    It was a strange dream

    A scene drenched in blood. A raven that plowed through the decaying ground with its beak. A hanging corpse. This place, where even sound died, was reminiscent of a scorched section of hell.

    Meanwhile, a man was shedding tears.

    The filth that flowed out of the corpse soiled his hands. Still, he didn’t stop. An ashen world where there was no sound and only the mushy touch resonated.

    The twilight had already set; the world lost its glimmer, turning into a gray color. Then the man woke up. In a short period of time, less than a few minutes, he seemed to have aged several years.

    He looked up at the grim sky impassively. After a while, he staggered towards me.

    His face was impossible to recognise, as it was obscured by the descended darkness. Only a spark of an emotion burning like a raging flame could be seen in his pupils.

    Resentment, Hatred, and Regret.

    The man seemed taller than the mountains,

    His gaze deeper than the abyss,

    As if to convey the weight of his burden

    And the depth of his despair.

    The moment he passed by me,

    The first sound in the world was born.

    “Delphirem.”

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