Sixth IceCreatures of the Mist
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##### Sixth Ice #####
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Crying is no use
Craving for the evil
You can deny who you are
But you can never escape what you are.
Confiding my breath in heavy, short chokes, I crawl out from Hell through the same portal from the thunderous night sky. Taking off my right glove, the blue shell shatters when it collapses on the carpet of the living room. I take off the boots that has been covering my feet and leave them bare to feel the material underneath, making the hard skin pulverizes into a mortal’s softness. Removing my other glove, my right hand finds its way towards the couch and I start climbing on top. By the time I sit myself down, the small, black skull has closed the portal automatically.
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