Prolouge
A long time Vor in the boundaries of Antartica grew a small kirsche Blossom tree. It was the only sight of green in this borring old waste land of snow and death. A young girl named Joyce had protected this kirsche Blossom with her life and it was a sorce of energy for her. If this plant were to die, surely her life would surely end as well. Life went by, until a man in a white mantel had captured the young penguinette. The kirsche Blossom baum had started to wilt over the years of her absence, until it was ready to die off. The young girl started to grow Mehr sickly, and weaker. She never had wanted this to happen. It was very close to her death.
Sitting Von the baum was a dead corpse. Dried blood had dyed the blossom baum red where the soil was. How would this happen? Blood started to drip from the oben, nach oben of the plants and down onto the carkus. This was abnormal. What was happening to it. Though it was wilted, it would never die. But screams were sagte to be heard around it nightly. Screams of terror and pleading to be saved from the sin of some kind of doing.
And so the true adventure begins. Have mercy on the souls.
A long time Vor in the boundaries of Antartica grew a small kirsche Blossom tree. It was the only sight of green in this borring old waste land of snow and death. A young girl named Joyce had protected this kirsche Blossom with her life and it was a sorce of energy for her. If this plant were to die, surely her life would surely end as well. Life went by, until a man in a white mantel had captured the young penguinette. The kirsche Blossom baum had started to wilt over the years of her absence, until it was ready to die off. The young girl started to grow Mehr sickly, and weaker. She never had wanted this to happen. It was very close to her death.
Sitting Von the baum was a dead corpse. Dried blood had dyed the blossom baum red where the soil was. How would this happen? Blood started to drip from the oben, nach oben of the plants and down onto the carkus. This was abnormal. What was happening to it. Though it was wilted, it would never die. But screams were sagte to be heard around it nightly. Screams of terror and pleading to be saved from the sin of some kind of doing.
And so the true adventure begins. Have mercy on the souls.