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Look at the sky and you shall see, There are no gods and spirits, Only the great blue sea. You may wish upon a star For a worthwhi..

Death has a peace to it.

What is more horrendous than the unknown?

Lucifer meets a group of teenagers.

Somewhere in time, a poem is written about the meaning of war.

A thousand miles apart, Kovak and Heidhal prepare for war.

In the Kingdom of Vitalia a new conflict rises.

Keaton waits in the third floor of a random apartment for resolution.

A personal omage to the fictional universe of horror created by Ambrose Bierce, Robert W. Chambers and H. P. Lovecraft.