Whimsicality
Convergence

Chapter 1NAROChapter 1
The tears have flown for ages, and if the horned man had his way they would flow forever.
His gaunt face gave no sign of joyous times. Standing before the mountain path, a tall thin man, robed in black. From the hood that shadowed his gray face protruded two horns, the color of the sky that will soon weep upon the mountain. His face appeared frozen in a stale frown. Along the sides of his long angular nose ran two deep grooves, worn in by the tears of a lonely existence. His boots, lined with silver buckles. A shovel was strapped across his back. His chest, dressed in the ribs of another being. His heart, concea
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