Below the Stars
Underneath the stars lie dreams and anxieties that cannot be silenced with the rising of the night. In desperation they scratch the cracks they manage to find in the walls that are built along the path of life, in desperation they show themselves once again the surface of being, in desperation they cover up the private senses and cause torment to the mind. Beneath the stars lie the sands of the past, present and future, just waiting for the right moment to cause the storm of change. Another series of oneshots exploring the different fears of Soul Eater characters.
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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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