Have we ever been so blessed to receive a decorated plaster of porcelain amongst the dead of night when everyone is asleep: so cold, so silent with yet another breathing soul. It was really becoming of the luxurious. The breath of a nice town built from from iron casted wielding with stables that held horses, swine, and chicken coops made for a home to live in for a family of many. Yes, a family to grow old and happy with crops and cherish the life of a great one indeed.

The day struck a week and time grew longer from the dead line of when the poor family had money do for their house. You see, as settlers, making money on crops only made about a small amount of money and it didn't make enough but what the government did not know was that there was something underneath their land, but what? How could they have paid for their land with ease?

There was once a day when a faux was looked down upon; daunting around the world seeking vengance, passion in lust, or even greed for higher currency in a mans pocket. We all live for the world's craving and even one man had a certain vacillate-abstruse to understand, abreast many gadabouts like himself. This world was not silent and it did not remain in peace; reposing the woeful, leaving a constant Crux amongst any dastard who stood ahead of himself. Divine as it may have become, the bestial life that felt almost celestial was himself and gamut loud explosive roars let out from within' himself as if his conscious was trying to have his mind show his core genuflection more than abyssal affection.

Digita felt amongst mocha auburn matte gossamer; amid a starry night, this imbue galvanized a sensation that a glitched radiant light glimmering nearby so exspressivly. The male's milky physique took a sudden change into the center of the canopy of the park-his hair white as snow with every move as the cloak that followed was abtruse with vie colou of silver and gold. The man's slacks where baggy and stored the Xi's sacred blade upon his belt line. This unique male bestowed something of greatness within' himself and adorned from others-the world will cast him out. When the world shall do that, abysmal as it may be, Xi will awaken.