I've heard the words of the superior being.

He told me there are 3 worlds left.

We are all trapped in the cycle. (If only that was true.)

We've all tried, deemed, lost, claimed.

*Grained rice pops*

...No. he's lying.

He's always lying. I know. I was pleading.

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Who would've thought? The battery has been left here since the last night.

The left side of the remaining is in my sight, and I need to convince them to stay away...

The voice has left, and now I am the one in control.

That's why I'm thinking of the disintegrated frog of mine.

However, this conversation has been plucked.

(I loved regaining hope as a dictator.)