<$B04 Haziran 20052>
<$BThe Infinite Freedom3>
Being hidden in the middle of an incredibly large darkness, and expecting the wind to stop without revealing the fear of possession...
Trees will not grow anymore on the surface of a captured land, and the land will not be watered by the illusion of a misplaced expectation. It is too late to cry for any unconsumed hope that may exist now.
One shall forgive such weakness no longer, and attain recreation by the infinite freedom, when an obsolete perfection may be reborn.