Then I turned to see the voice that was speaking to me. Clothed with a long robe and with a golden sash around his chest. The hairs of his head were white, like white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire, his feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of many waters.

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    Ànjel

    about 1 year ago

    That synthwave preset though

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