The Melancholy of a Worldist Beyond the distant sky
A white horse galloped across the cloudy skyI wondered if I ...
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The Melancholy of a Worldist The Melancholy of a Worldist The March
Come on, everyone!Did you hear the wake up call?Time to wake...
The Melancholy of a Worldist The Howling Alarm
In the distance the alarm is howlingThis grating sound has n...
The Melancholy of a Worldist The Glass Fortress
You and I were looking at the glass fortress togetherI was j...
The Melancholy of a Worldist The Garden of Light
Behind the iron bars, a large flower of cherry blossoms bloo...
The Melancholy of a Worldist Dark Fantasy
The world is one novelThe novel is a fantasySo the world is ...