Night slowly fell on Moreno Castle. She was in no hurry. First, she dispersed the heavy clouds and allowed the crimson sun to promise a windy day to knowledgeable people, then she added purple ink to the paint with which twilight turns the ordinary world into a shaky fairy tale, and then it was time to light the stars and drive the fat moon, which reluctantly entered the sky. It remains only to remind the night flowers that it's time to wake up, and you can listen to the nightingales with peace of mind, waiting for your girlfriend Sandy.

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Irishka finished her lullaby and looked at the sleeping necromashka....