In the middle of life.
I seem to have made a dream.
I was awakened by some heavy explosions in the dream.
Opened his eyes and found smoke filled.
Under the piece of anxious land so that I feel already in a dark place.
Looking around.
I have come to the edge of this hell valley.
This is a place to be destroyed.
It had a spring gurgle.
Grass onion.
But now it is not grass.
A silence.
Where I met a guide.
He was carrying a broken mirror and walking in the dust.
The mountain from which he came from does not lead to the other side.
He will not write poetry.
But from his heart issued by the spirit is not inferior to the Divine Comedy.
I went up and down with me.
See this Warcraft toy implementation of the invisible will.
Step by step I saw a lot of creatures.
Endure the torment of labor.
The greatest sorrow in life.
Is living in the desire and no hope.
The most sad thing is.
In the pain of memories of the past joy.
Under the moonlight that golden Bi's light.
There has never been a moment of peace for the tired man.
These people after a night dress.
Absolutely they are heavy makeup or light.
Not their mood but the speed of the wind
once.
We sing in the sweet air of the sun and joy.
At the moment.
I was sad on the broken land.
The guide guides me to this strange place.
It is said that the miners made a dream.
Mountain god blame him to blow up the mountain.
He will repair this statue.
To comfort the inner panic.
So wealth gathered.
Sentient beings scattered.
Everything is determined by the will of Warcraft.
And it is hidden.
As the temptation of this desire.
I stared at him by grilling.
Sweat soaked face.
That anxious face did not affect me.
See his original face.
After the red flames I returned to this dark valley again.
Those who break down coal and stones are still powder.
He leads me.
Go to his mountain.
Here as if a purgatory.
Shen 疴 everywhere.
Sentient beings.
In the tomb of the tomb.
Maybe I know or have not seen people.
Is suffering or freed.
These passive groups.
There are also sad souls
I hope he did not have their place.
Through the dust, the fire, the grave, and the broken home.
All the sacrifices are made into this steel.
To build the heaven of that desire.
Could I still dream?
Could I have been in paradise?
This new place.
Is the end of all my dreams of chaos.
As if after the sea of the waves after the waves.
A mirage.
Everything in heaven is clean.
Working in paradise is easy.
Even some boring.
In heaven you can not see the inhabitants.
Because it is called ghost town.
But this is not a dream
this is us.
We are that of Warcraft.
That of Warcraft's minions