"Does a kingdom believe in it's habitants?" he asked. Voice echoed in a single singularity, dust surrounds and falls. With a calm tone he suddenly asked "If time was that far away, then will there be something else, or is just that the history was forcefully hiding something" his thoughts echoed around the closed spaced. He slowed down his pace, and observe his surroundings for a resting place. Suddenly the sound of a rumbling quickly caught up to him. It was the sound of steps by a three-headed dragon, it's roars caused the surroundings to a complete stop. Then in a mere flick of a second. Clem head flung high in the air.

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