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The stub of a candle from His Flesh was burning out in the middle of the Great Nothing. The flame of the Reflection of His Soul fluttering at the tip of the wick cast thousands of silent Shadows. One of the Faceless Ones tilted her head to her shoulder, chuckled thoughtfully and wrinkled her forehead. A local second of eternity for reflection and the Shadow took up an artifact brush, the work of the Hands of Himself. The shaft is from a young shoot of the Tree of Worlds. The brush is made from the wool of the Heavenly Beast. The only one in this layer of reality. Stardust under the paws of his roads...
The text of the book was translated from the original language using an artificial intelligence program. For the most part, the translation of the text is of very high quality, but in some cases, due to the imperfection of the technology, there may be incorrect phrase translations in the text, as well as single words and expressions may not be translated.
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Data sheet
- Name of the Author
- Дмитрий Рус
- Language
- Ukrainian