can You keep a Secret?Every time I stare at a Sunset, I can't help but dream.More Like This
Sometimes they are just sensations, chills down my spine or something like that. Some other times they are visions, starting like diaphanous appearances, or a sort of haze that slowly generates images of worlds and creatures, of stories and legends.
I'm aware that those are just illusions, but I like how they make me feel, and I keep on playing exactly like a child who rides a broom, pretending it to be a horse.
Of course this is a game I can't play every sunset, above all when I'm busy, doing important things. So I have invented the methadone for this sunset addition: when at home, with nothing to do, I recalls all the details of the last sunset I have seen and visions come.
I know I could simply image stories, because it is all in my mind, but you know... rites are important.*
Talking about rites, one I am going to perform right now is the Introducion of the new Watchers. So here he is:
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