Rudenolf still has the harmony and the beauty of the jumpy ballet in his eyes, a hypnotic dance between the heads of goat and the little elves. Tornadoes, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses
Yes, the Four. Rudenolf became aware of them only when they granted him such notion. Cruel simulacra of the red fat, similar to appearance, but glorious in the aura of their intent!
