Fourth IceCreatures of the Mist
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How fragile a soul,
Tainted or pure are just colors,
Let him be the judge of mercy,
When the midnight visit arrives.
It ’ s a beautiful world out there, with green as far as you can see and lives are happily ever after ─ just not mine. I live in my own dark universe.
"What are you?" I ask while placing the bouncing fish on the sea of small pillows that are spread on the carpet in front of the fireplace. It is obviously not an ordinary creature, but I have never seen such creature like it.
"The right question is, what are you, Miss?" I freeze when the fish suddenly talks back to me. From its voice, it surely sounds like a male, even though it has a rather funny voice. His
