Four, dressed in black, riders stood on a high mountain and looked at the world, as if admiring their work. Masses of dark, heavy clouds we

"I'm dying," the girl said to the boy. The boy was silent. His face was cold and unmoved. Tears came to the girl's eyes. "He's a monster,"

I remember this world I'm in I see the moment just before the journey Two suns, trees, water and Us I'm a white rose to you Bare feet, da