A good day. A bad. A bright day, a gloomy day. That’s how it all balanced. Something we’ve to keep secrets from those we loved the most. Love hurts, love that’s real.

Never underestimate the power that loves.

The seer.

“The sacrifice lamp is the most important and we’ve got it.” The old man that keep on talking said, my eyes were on his face the whole time, he appeared old but his when he talks. He’s like he’s still in his youth. And his gaze was sharp.

“I saw you in my dream,” I said to him, ever since he came in. I’d been staring at him and he...