I woke up, as always. Aruma soldiers were everywhere, searching for the Source of Dreams. I just want them to go back, to the place they belong to. I’m not scared, and somehow, I feel a warm cold icy smile running through my bitter face, inside my veins, just fear. I should be crying, but instead, I’m just, hesitating…
De cabeza al interescolar! =)
De cabeza al interescolar! =)
