The history begins with a treasure.
but a trasure beyond every reality thing
it was a treasure made by energy
most like a reward...
Phileant was a little bird from a dead spece
he was the older of them brothers
a dreamer is the best definicion to him
but even the most pure heart can be corrupted
in a little way
like every one of us...
a few meter up form the ground, intensivly was our hero flying arround
twenny feet up from home
analizing, understanding, just thinking about how to fly. how to get eny direccion he wanted...
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