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The seven Suns wich once shone from out of their respective heavenly gates while he layed in the endless hills.
Exploding one by one, blinding the sight and plunging him back towards a black void where the only thing surrounding where a set of candles, the deep cold granting freezing skinpiercing chills like iron needles above darkened gravehills.
All in different colors they served as the silent relics of the once great stars that shone in the blue endless ocean of the upper heavens.
All harboring within a yet hidden saga, waiting to be told and unravelled by the one that now layed in a bed of blackness, the eyes dripping red. The drops of wich caused the only sound and slight movement of the minuscule fires wich these eyes slowly counted up towards the amount of seven.

They burned in different colors, waiting to illuminate the one wich was out of light, forsaken and out of all mortal sight. The spirit currently unilliminated, shall fuse and cling to the relics of the sun, the torches of life. Granting that wich is like the food for the hungry and water for the thirsty engaged in a final fight with their life.

This void shall illuminate once more, with a reincarnated soul. For a final journey towards the light, the walls of darkness even now showing signs of shattering. Defeating the evil emperor and bringing justice like a newborn star unimaganably bright, instilling life in all the undead of this Earth, like an supreme angel in flight from the flower of Krishna's right hand , forever transforming this empty night..