For a large number of people, life changed when, by chance - or destiny - they met the flower species Blandissimaetea, a special beauty. The flower communicated with other beings is naturally innately (if the flower wants to communicate with one another) it quickly attracts attention to its personality and is carefully listened to what the flower has to say about any subject. The claim that the flower unconsciously, without any bad intentions, the widespread scent of the opiate, is certainly correct. A person who spent some time in the company of the flower of Blandissimaetea, will feel the need to be with the flower as often as that gathering in it provokes a sense of satisfaction. Here it should be said that depending on the person, Blandissimaetea can awaken in the person's dependence on the flower and strong emotions that can be a big problem. There is no help or good advice here, if the flower does not want to continue to hanging out, the person remains for a long period of time struggling with himself and with his feelings.
Not a rare case in Multi universe in which we live, that come to breakthrough of powerful energy from one to another universe. Such events of cataclysmic proportions are changing the lives of creatures that lived in the belief stability of the current situation.
And inside every one there is inner space, a whirlwind of feelings and thoughts with other powerful forces. If we do not know our inner world, it can break through the negative forces and crushed him like a hammer glass.
There are beings to whom Norns - three goddesses of fate - knits the black wool. Moreover, they themselves their sins, like a stone upon a stone, put on his soul. Sometimes falls glimmer of light and in their - regrets valuable interior - for a moment awakened a desire to throw off the unpleasant cargo with him. It takes a short period of time because they are accustomed to live with thoughts that in the darkness of salvation throw together with his only escort, Loneliness.
Through the open window of the room poured the night,
open air summer, hot and thick.
I turned on the lamp.
Waiting for me to sit down large, a fat, velvety night butterflies.
Bringing letters and happiness.
For those who do not know it, they are gone.
Night, quiet, got darker and darker, remained.
Territory of Frankie Boy stretches away much as he can see. Even Evil Snails avoid his area, because attack armored wings broken bones, and about the power of the powerful beak and claws that are not talking. On its territory Frankie lets life just his sweetheart and his descendants. Just like this Green Eggeater, everyone else will be exposed to his frenzied attack which results in the death of careless intruders.
Everything that lives, will be come to his end. The energy leaves the body, called the soul and the like, carries in himself all the sins and good deeds, a glimmer of memory of what who were you then, what you have given and received.
In a Fantasy World, exsist Wheel Final Judgments, which retracts into itself in complete silence, the soul of the dead creatures.
Not even the wisest know of that substances is composed Wheel, much less what is happening in him and there anything after him.
Thorns sleep on soft moss and exactly this type of moss nasal herbivore Berti loves most and eats regularly. This time he has fallen into an ambush angry Thorns and if he does not escape, will get hurt badly. Pyramidhead Pierre by accident found here, enjoying the walk. Hopefully it will not become an innocent victim ...