Chronicles of Heaven
Twilight, dawn, dusk, dusk. These are the small cycles of the day, which are usually represented in a colorful way by the sky and everything repeats itself. Sometimes with a different tone and clouds of different and curious shapes but the shades remain the same. What are these periods of the sky able to show about the residents of Death City? A small series of oneshots and dribbles based on the colors of the sky, with the most beloved couples from Soul Eater (or almost!).
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Grande entusiasta de um mangá chamado Soul Eater e muito preguiçosa quando se trata de acompanhar as novidades da temporada, costuma ouvir...
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