The same terrible voice of this woman came out. Maria was silent at first, and then her voice echoed in the empty room.
"Who am I?” he replied.
"You are Maria!" The same voice repeated again.
"I'm Maria."
"You have to go into that mirror."
"I have to go to the mirror."
"In the black mirror." She kept saying yes to his questions.
"You silly girl, no sorrow of the world should come in your face. You have to surround Astroot and then make him our slave."
"Yes, it has to be done."
We shook our heads at that.
"Come on, well done, now get up, Maria, address yourself as Maria, 'You don't remember anything,' neither Astroot, nor your love, nor your identity, nor your family, you are just Maria. You have no one, just a grandfather. Also racing and you're from Australia. You're on an islan
