There’s no yellow here! Heh!, no wonder you see it on a screen covered in all sorts of ancient filth, the least off-putting of which is prolly a thick layer of rotten aioli
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.