«Someone once died in the middle of an endless wasteland and spilled their blood for many, many kilometers. I was wondering where it was coming from. And I found the source... I didn't even know it was someone's blood, ugh!! If you plunge into it, you find yourself in an empty black space filled with stars. The reservoir doesn't look that deep, but when you get under the "water", the bottom disappears. It seems like this is the Universe...

I noticed that if blood is separated from a common source and accumulates for a long time in its own reservoir, something changes inside. In other words, each lake has its own history.
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How can I live now, knowing that my clothes and my residence are made of dried blood?? Truly, the less you know, the better you sleep.»