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註釋Shortly following the Tragedy of the Fool, spelled black books bound beneath blasts echoing across the fallen. Spirits chanting the word of the Reaper dwindling like ghost copies from rumors of the Anti_fool fluttering throughout the highs and heavens of new landscapes. Dusted by bubbles and starlit explosions, beaming out of my hands, and erupting through faces behind the blow of this nostalgia. These colors and streams fused with decorated warriors and energy polarized harshly among life and death. The stars will hang in suspense; dualities unraveling darkness of spirits inside and past. Wind erupting in the Gemini skies, glimmering through white sheets, mimicking the paranormal. The Values and colorful characters, eyes blood and bright. The landscape is popping. A clock smashed over my head. Enemies pixelate and reanimate casting shadows and shining slippery images across the battlefield, as Chaos spawns from the war between good and evil.