The one goeth to his neighbour because he seeketh himself, and the other because he would fain lose himself. Your bad love to yourselves maketh solitude a prison to you.

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(Foto 31)

Worm begs.

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Worm:
" I've been searching for my Order for a long time. I know I don't have chance without Trust. Kiss me Muse, so that I might find Trust."
Muse:
"I can only kiss what is iridescent."