|•There will be a time when the bloody sunset will replace the dead dawn. And my Eternal One will come to send me after madness... There, on the Dark, at the bottom of the unhappy soul, the ancient darkness sleeps... ... Everyone hears, in their own way, and sees absolute evil. Dozing, breathing... I will see the fateful number again.•| ... |•And maybe I won't give my hand to anyone, Maybe because all the pieces of ice inside me won't melt any Flames. I'll never be scared like this anymore, I'm a wounded öre on a torn fëa. A broken existence, Useless hopes. I really want to forget that damn light.•|