...she wasn't trying to be beautiful and didn't even care about that. She just was.
...waiting for heroes that never came back.
There should be a hundred million stories to tell.
Fly. With the bronze wings of Deadalus.
... I watched a god die.
There were too many good-byes.
I want blue cake and ice-cream. And Stygian sword.
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