"Each life converges to some centre. Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature. A goal" -- Emily Dickinson
This book centres on the beggining of creation, until eons later, it resumes Eons of experiences you, reader, will go through, since G...
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3rd person POV
Christmas music could be heard in the morning of December 25th, the sound of the peaceful morning in the sky, bringing calm and peace to the inhabitants of the white city, even more than usual
We found ourselves in a certain room, in the highest room of the castle in the center of the city, in which our protagonist slept peacefully, his wings covering his body from the blinding light of the sun that illuminated from his window, moving with a sleepy groan, a ringing resonating in his ears, probably caused by the hangover he had, coming from the scandalous party that took place the day before, the only thing he could remember being drinking a lot of wine and Jesus dancing on the dance floor
