⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 ⠀⠀ ✧.* Unanimous in TH' bewilderment of the continent, guarding half of the exhilaration of th' cosmos. Catapulting the essence to achieve a confection beam of success. Work by maintaining an exquisite temper. Everything that is held is about EXP as expensive and aesthetic. We are a group of people full of fervon in achieving D' delusion. Where the dream covers most of people's attention. These mortals embrace their life full of struggle. Speech is no longer heard eyes closed, millions of images flash quickly, sometimes the blackness of sin revolts from the throne, swirling wildly to disguise malice and hatred. In an I' instant, the sword of consciousness slashed hard, cutting off the thick black rusty sheath of the heart. Give up the whole crossing of life. The mortal is finally gone, the non-returning to where it came from, only tiny specks of consciousness are left behind, but their brightness is more dazzling than millions of lights. *.✧