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Empire Creature

I've biult a kingdom, cold l, dark and dead creeping inside obscure valley, lurking from a weeping willow, light shines only from moon ravens sining their heart-tearing ballad. Two human-like creatures living there — immortal beggar wanting only love and happiness traveling with vicious dog – offering a small escape — broken woman, keeper of failure wants you can meet her – not step in her household you'll be surprized – every dream, immpossible-foolish make them true – only your wish. I am THE Creator, I am THE Master my whole life, this, my escape place it gives a safety, a bit of faith and I rule there as harlequin of broken hearts.

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Date: 1/19/2023 2:20:00 AM
You are the Creator here, in total control of your life and destiny. Harlequins of broken hearts are made of very strong matter indeed, even if invisible - it will be seen and felt by those like minded creatures, made from poetic matter.
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