What gentle dream?

Pneumonia: Voices on the wind.

My mother’s voice. My sisters’ love. My clan. The wind reaches everywhere, and so as long as I listen to the wind, I am not alone. I hear them, feel them, smell them. They are with me now. They give me courage. I will pass the trials. I will become, Vento Mortis.


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Pneumonia: Voices on the wind.

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