[Storyteller 1]
He was drowning in an overwhelming weakness, he could not overcome. When suddenly the red sun seemed to transform from a pale shimmering face into a black hole, drawing, carrying him further and further away. There, deep in the safe lap of insanity, he began to realize that the blackness started to lose intensity and by that gave sight to something he did not comprehend at first glimpse. Yet, it felt very familiar, just as gazing into a mirror. That being that had taken shape was dress in white and was mounted on a white horse – a white horseman
He was drowning in an overwhelming weakness, he could not overcome. When suddenly the red sun seemed to transform from a pale shimmering face into a black hole, drawing, carrying him further and further away. There, deep in the safe lap of insanity, he began to realize that the blackness started to lose intensity and by that gave sight to something he did not comprehend at first glimpse. Yet, it felt very familiar, just as gazing into a mirror. That being that had taken shape was dress in white and was mounted on a white horse – a white horseman
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