At that moment, Alex had no idea that his group of little princesses had set off on a small journey across Europe accompanied by their mother, Alucard. After all, a group consisting of four gremlins, one dark gremlin, and a woman who couldn't care less about human lives was a rather dangerous mixture. But Alex knew nothing about it, and all his attention was focused on the members of the "Covenant of the New Ezekiel" cult who had come to kill Hannah.
Alex wasn't trying to fully understand why the members of the "Covenant of the New Ezekiel" believed that Hannah was the one who should give birth to the Antichrist. That information didn't concern him. What Alex knew for sure was that all the members of this pathetic cult followed a rapist and child killer who believed he heard the voice of God himself and that he was the chosen one who would lead his flock to the gates of paradise.
For Alex, this information was enough to kill all the members of the "Covenant of the New Ezekiel" sect, especially their spiritual leader, Sullivan Knoth. Stepping outside, Alex took a deep breath, suppressing the remnants of the anger that was gradually flaring up inside him. Exhaling, Alex glanced over his shoulder at Samantha. Samantha nodded with a gentle smile on her face and closed the door behind him, understanding what was required of her.
Samantha immediately slammed the door shut behind Alex—just in case, so none of the cultists would decide to sneak inside. As soon as the door closed behind him, Alex shifted his gaze to the dark forest, which remained very quiet at this time of night. But Alex saw a dozen cultists hiding behind trees and bushes, clutching cold weapons—like old pitchforks, cleavers, and axes that they had brought with them as weapons.
A look of contempt appeared on Alex's face because such people were only capable of killing the weak and defenseless, like children and women. And this thought caused him even greater disgust toward all these people who had followed Sullivan Knoth and with their own hands killed their children while their great leader raped their wives and daughters. With every moment, it became harder for Alex to contain his disgust and anger toward these people.
"Oi, Cunts! Stop hiding and come out to play. Don't make me wait. I'm in a really bad mood right now," Alex shouted with a wide smile on his face, holding an empty whiskey bottle in his hands.
As soon as Alex shouted, cultists began emerging from behind the trees and bushes, dressed in ordinary rural clothing and clutching weapons in their hands. Looking at these people, Alex continued tapping the empty glass bottle on his shoulder, carefully examining everyone.
Raising a finger, Alex began counting their number to make sure no one else was hiding. Counting exactly ten people, Alex started nodding his head, lowering his hand. At the same time, inside the forest cabin, everyone crowded at the windows, pulling back the curtains to look outside.
Everyone was curious how many people had come for Hannah and how Alex was going to deal with these people using only an empty glass bottle, even though he had a firearm hanging on his belt behind his back. Seeing the cultists and the weapons they held in their hands, it all seemed quite harmless to everyone.
"I don't know why we were all so nervous this whole time. It's just a bunch of idiots with garden tools... And all that talk," Tucker said, pulling back the curtain and looking outside through the window.
"Maybe you should go out and help then?" Jessica asked, looking at Tucker with a blank stare.
"I'm just saying, don't mind me, girl. I'm not crazy enough to deal with insane fanatics armed with gardening equipment," Tucker said, shaking his head and denying any possibility of going outside.
Jessica looked at Tucker and just rolled her eyes, then touched Samantha's shoulder to get her attention. They all knew perfectly well what Alex was capable of, so they weren't worried about his safety. Especially Jessica and Matt, who had seen with their own eyes how Alex had killed several Wendigos using a fire axe and his bare hands.
Feeling the touch, Samantha turned her head and waved her hand, showing that everyone should step back so as not to see what would happen next. Unlike her friends, Samantha knew very well that Alex sometimes overdid it during killings, and it always ended like a scene from a very bloody horror movie.
No one understood why Samantha was asking them to step back. But no one moved away from the window, continuing to watch the street. Seeing that her friends weren't going to step back, Samantha just sighed and looked out the window.
"What a strange scene from a horror movie?" Chris commented, looking at Alex standing on the porch.
"Only who is the victim in this situation? Because I'm sure it's definitely not us," Josh said, agreeing with Chris's words.
"And what do you think? If I were in their place, I'd already be running as far as possible from Alex," Chris said, pointing at Alex standing on the porch.
Everyone looked at Chris and Josh, who had decided to discuss a horror movie in such a situation. Looking at the two idiots, the group just shook their heads and then shifted their gazes back to the window. No one denied that what was happening before their eyes really resembled a scene from a horror movie.
Only unlike the usual plot of such horror films, among them was someone who lived such a life. Listening to the whispering behind the door behind him, Alex barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes at something like this.
Shaking off unnecessary thoughts, Alex stepped down from the porch and stopped opposite the cultists, who were looking at him with a fanatical gaze, as if he were an obstacle on their path to their sacred duty—to kill the one who was supposed to become the Antichrist.
"Well, what are you standing there for? You came here to kill my friend. So go ahead. Just like you killed your children and let that disgusting fat man rape your wives and daughters. Go on. Show me how you did all that, brainless bastards," Alex said, pointing the empty bottle toward the cultists.
Alex's words didn't have much effect on the cultists—they only gripped their weapons tighter, continuing to mutter about how this was their sacred mission entrusted to them by their Spiritual Leader. The only feeling Alex's words evoked in them was anger for insulting Sullivan Knoth.
Gritting their teeth in rage, the cultists looked at Alex with anger, beginning to curse him and shouting that he was a heretic. Listening to these shouts, Alex scratched his ear with a finger and continued to look at the people in front of him as the last idiots. Alex's carefree and lazy behavior was the last straw.
A cultist clutching an axe in his hands rushed at Alex with a scream. Looking at the man running toward him, Alex smiled slightly. When the man got close enough, Alex raised the glass bottle above his head. Taking a step back, Alex dodged the wide swing of the axe.
And before the cultist could deliver a second blow, Alex smashed the glass bottle over his head. From the blow to the head, the glass bottle shattered into many shards, and the man lost his orientation and stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. Before the man could fall, Alex grabbed him by the arm with his free hand.
"We're going to have a lot of fun with you now, you bastard," Alex said, bringing his face close to the man's face.
The man who had attacked Alex didn't have time to react before Alex kicked him in the arm, knocking the axe out of his hands. The man's arm made a crunch of broken bones from the blow, and the axe fell from his hand. Still holding the man by the arm, Alex struck him in the torso with the broken bottle, starting to deliver blow after blow. Very quickly, the man's clothes became soaked with blood from the wounds he received.
After finishing striking the man's chest with the broken bottle, Alex kicked him in the knee. The knee made a disgusting crunch, bending in the opposite direction. Before the man could fall, Alex turned him around, still holding him by the arm. Turning the man, Alex struck him in the second knee, forcing him to fall to his knees. Holding the man by the arm, Alex began to strangle him with his own arm.
The other cultists didn't have time to understand what was happening before one of them was already on the verge of death—with broken limbs and a dozen stab wounds to the chest. Continuing to strangle the man with his own arm, Alex raised his gaze to the other cultists, and his smile stretched into a deformed, creepy grin that bared his sharp teeth.
Such a smile on Alex's face caused a surge of fear and panic among the cultists who had come to this place. Holding a bloodied broken glass bottle in his hands, Alex tilted his head to the side, and his smile became even creepier. And at the same moment, Alex plunged the sharp edges of the bottle into the man's cheek. With one sharp movement, Alex tore the man's mouth open and immediately plunged the broken bottle straight into his head.
The man's mouth was torn open along his cheeks, and a broken bottle stuck out of his head, with blood pouring in streams straight onto the ground beneath the man. But even in this state, the man was still alive, slowly dying from his wounds and blood loss. What Alex did caused horror in the other cultists.
They themselves had done many terrible things, such as torturing and killing those labeled as heretics, but what was happening before them evoked a feeling of fear. Seeing the horror beginning to appear in the cultists' eyes, Alex slowly leaned forward, extending his arm. Alex grabbed the man's torn mouth, firmly squeezing the man's lower jaw with his fingers.
"When I close my eyes, and I dream of you," Alex began to say with the same smile on his face, using the man's torn mouth as a ventriloquist dummy.
Alex slowly moved the man's torn mouth in time with his words. Every word from Alex oozed something creepy and terrible. The cultists, frozen in place, stepped back, and the feeling of fear in their hearts spread throughout their bodies, forcing them to stand in place without the ability to move.
It was as if their subconscious was screaming at them that as soon as they moved, they would die immediately. Samantha and the others watched what was happening outside. But because Alex was standing with his back to them, they couldn't see his smile or what he was doing. All they could see were the cultists' faces, pale and frozen with fear, looking as if they had encountered the greatest horror of their lives.
"I see your pretty faces, and I taste them too," Alex's cheerful voice rang out from the man's torn mouth.
By this moment, Alex's face was covered in shadow; only his rainbow eyes and distorted wide smile were visible. The cultists watching this began to tremble with fear, and their hearts pounded loudly in their chests with such force that every heartbeat echoed in their heads.
They didn't know what was happening and didn't understand what kind of creature was in front of them. But what they did understand was that they needed to run as fast as possible. But their legs refused to move, and their gazes seemed glued to Alex without the ability to look away.
"But my, Oh my. How I wish to cry..." a sad, hoarse voice from Alex rang out again from the man's torn mouth.
"Every time we say... Good... Bye!" Alex finished in his own voice, squeezing the man's lower jaw with such force that there was a crunch of broken bones.
Crushing the man's lower jaw with his hand, Alex sharply jerked his hand downward. At the same moment, the sound of tearing flesh and a splash of blood rang out. Tearing off the man's lower jaw, Alex calmly tossed the lump of flesh and crushed bones aside and released the man's arm that he had been holding the entire time.
The bloodied and broken body fell limply to the ground, showing no signs of life. By this moment, the cultist who had first attacked Alex had already died from his wounds and blood loss. Continuing to smile, Alex brought his blood-covered palm to his face and touched it. When Alex removed his palm from his face, a smile drawn in blood appeared on it.
With a bloody smile on his face, Alex stepped forward and crushed the head of the killed man with his foot, then picked up an old cleaver from the floor. Holding the old cleaver in his hands, Alex stepped forward, and the cultists immediately retreated back on their trembling legs, experiencing fear toward Alex. Seeing this, a gentle smile appeared on Alex's face, which looked very creepy because of the bloody smile on his face.
"Boo!" Alex shouted toward the cultists.
In that same instant, the cultists dropped their weapons and immediately began to flee. Without changing his expression, Alex threw the axe at one of the fleeing cultists. The thrown axe struck exactly in the back of the head of one of the fleeing cultists. The cultist died instantly and fell to the ground with the axe sticking out of the back of his head. Alex lit a cigarette and calmly approached the corpse, pulling the axe out of his head.
Slightly pulling the axe toward himself, Alex looked toward the forest where the cultists had fled screaming. Without turning his head, Alex raised his hand and waved it slightly, letting Samantha know he was leaving. Immediately after that, Alex rushed after the fleeing cultists, clutching the bloodied axe in his hands. As soon as Alex dashed into the forest, everyone shifted their gazes to the two dead cultists.
"That was really strange. And now it's definitely unclear who is the most dangerous here," Tucker muttered, returning to the chair in the corner where he had been sitting the entire time.
"I even felt a little sorry for these cultists. If someone that creepy was chasing me through the forest..." Chris said, looking toward the forest where Alex had run.
"That was really creepy. Especially that little rhyme... Sammy, does this kind of thing happen to Alex often?" Jessica agreed, nodding her head, and then turned her head toward Samantha.
"Only when people like this are involved..." Samantha said, drawing the curtains.
"Like this? You mean cultists?" Matt asked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall.
"I think it's because these people killed children. And that's why Alex reacted like that," Hannah said, turning her head toward Samantha and looking for confirmation from her.
"Well, I can understand Alex... People like that shouldn't be pitied or forgiven... And he himself said that these people officially don't exist," Mike said, taking Alex's side in this situation and understanding his motives.
"As I understand it, if these people don't exist, and there won't be any bodies. That means we just need to keep our mouths shut again and leave everything in Alex's hands," Chris said, voicing the thoughts that were in everyone's head.
"You're right, Chris. So when the sun rises, you'll be digging a hole in the yard," Samantha said with a gentle smile on her face, patting Chris on the shoulder.
"Why only me?! There are a lot of us here!" Chris shouted indignantly, pointing his finger at everyone present.
Josh, standing next to Chris, just patted his friend on the shoulder, letting him know that they had all gotten into this, and he would help dig the hole to bury the bodies. Mike and Matt also nodded their heads, showing that they would help. No one wanted extra problems after everything was over.
Samantha, sitting aside at the table, shook her head with a smile on her face, wondering why her friends still hadn't noticed that they felt calm in the current situation and even continued to joke. But she didn't voice these thoughts and turned her head to the tablet screen to see what was happening at Mount Massive Asylum.
After watching for a few moments, Samantha locked the screen and placed the tablet face down on the table. She didn't have the same habit as Alex of watching something like this and bloody. Leaning back in her chair, Samantha closed her eyes, pressing her katana to herself and waiting for Alex's return.
At the same time, Alex was leisurely pursuing the fleeing cultists. Jumping from branch to branch, Alex clutched the bloodied axe in his hands. Alex's goal in this pursuit was quite simple: he wanted to force the cultists to return to their community and see how they had managed to get to this place.
Even though Alex had already assumed they had used boats to sail downstream from their community. Once again pushing off from a branch, Alex saw that one of the fleeing cultists was starting to lag behind the others. The one running last began to slow down due to shortness of breath and fatigue from running through the dark forest.
Shouting about it to the others, he began to stop. The other cultists also began to slow down, looking back. One of the cultists pulled an old battered flashlight from his pocket and shone it on his comrade, who was standing ten meters away from them, hunched over and trying to catch his breath from the long run.
The beam of the flashlight fell on the heavily breathing man who was trying to come to his senses. And as soon as one of the cultists tried to hurry the man, Alex jumped down from the branch. Alex landed behind the man and grabbed him by the head with such force that his fingers pierced the man's skull.
"Why did you stop, my little piglets? Keep running! Keep screaming! Your screams of fear and despair caress my ears!.." Alex said, squeezing the man's head tighter.
The man Alex was holding began to tremble and thrash, trying to break free from Alex's grip. Blood flowed down his face because Alex's fingers had pierced his skull, practically digging into his brain.
The other cultists froze in place, seeing the fate of yet another of their comrades who was facing a horrible death. No one even thought about helping the man—all of them were thinking about saving their own lives.
"It's the Antichrist! He was born, just as the Shepherd said. He has come for us! We are too late! We must return to the community and tell Father everything! He will protect us!" one of the cultists shouted, shining the flashlight at Alex.
When one of the cultists shouted, the gazes of the other cultists looking at Alex changed. Now they saw Alex as the Antichrist who was born to destroy the world and drag them all to hell. Alex blinked in surprise, and even his grip on the man's head became stronger, so he accidentally crushed his head.
When the head of the man Alex was holding burst, the other cultists, without wasting a second, began to flee, screaming about the Antichrist. Alex blinked once more and burst into loud laughter because he had been called the Antichrist. Alex's laughter echoed through the night forest, further fueling the fear of the fleeing cultists. After finishing laughing, Alex took a deep breath.
"Run, keep running, little piglets! Keep fearing this night! Because this night is still so young, and it hasn't seen enough of your blood yet," Alex shouted after the fleeing cultists.
Alex's shout made the fleeing cultists run even faster, saving their lives. Alex laughed again, considering such an activity quite fun, especially pursuing fanatical cultists through the night forest like some maniac killer. Chuckling, Alex pushed off the ground and jumped onto a branch again.
Pushing forward, Alex continued jumping from branch to branch, continuing to pursue the fleeing cultists. When one of the cultists began to slow down and lag behind the main group, Alex jumped down from the branch and killed the one who had fallen behind. Alex deliberately killed the last one so that the others would have motivation to keep running.
Once again jumping down from the branch, Alex grabbed the neck of another lagging cultist and lifted him with one hand. Not giving the cultist time to react, Alex swung sharply and impaled the man through the chest on a root sticking out of the ground. The cultist died instantly when the root sticking out of the ground pierced his chest.
"This little pig turned out to be slow... There are three more fleeing piglets left," Alex said, looking toward the three fleeing cultists.
Lighting a cigarette, Alex cast one last glance at the dead man he had impaled on the root sticking out of the ground. Stepping over the corpse, Alex lightly pushed off the ground and jumped onto a branch, continuing to pursue the remaining three cultists. The last three no longer slowed down and continued running, squeezing the last strength from their legs, fearing death.
Throughout their entire path, one of their comrades died a horrible death, and insane laughter followed them. Laughter that fueled their fear and thirst for survival. Soon the three cultists began to see the outlines of the shore through the trees, illuminated by moonlight.
Seeing the shore of the river, the cultists sped up, as this was their way to escape from the monster that was pursuing them. The three cultists ran out onto the shore, holding flashlights in their hands, and began quickly untying the boat. One of the cultists was untying the rope that was tied to a tree, while the other two were lowering the boat into the water.
"Faster, Corgan. The Antichrist is almost upon us!" Isaiah shouted, jumping into the boat.
"I'm trying! I'm trying!" Corgan shouted nervously, trying to untie the rope from the tree with his trembling hands.
Corgan tried to untie the rope, but his hands trembling from fear and tension prevented him from doing it quickly. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest, and the pounding in his temples interfered with his concentration. Clenching the flashlight in his teeth, Corgan pulled the rope, trying to untie the knot, mentally cursing himself for throwing away his cleaver.
The longer he failed to untie the rope, the stronger the feeling of fear that had been squeezing his heart the entire time as he and the others ran through the forest, saving their lives from the monster in human form. Continuing to pull the rope to untie the knot, Corgan managed to do it, and the knot loosened, causing a surge of relief in him, and a smile of relief appeared on his face because they had managed to escape.
But at the same moment, his back was covered in cold sweat, and his hands froze in place. Corgan heard a song coming from the dark forest. And this voice he definitely couldn't forget, because this voice had pursued them the entire time.
"Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run," Alex's voice came from the dark forest.
Corgan froze in place and with a trembling hand raised the flashlight, directing the beam of light toward the dark forest. The beam of light fell on the legs of a person who was slowly walking through the forest, humming a melody. Swallowing hard, Corgan with a trembling hand began to raise the flashlight higher until the beam of light hit Alex's face.
Beginning to tremble with fear, Corgan blinked, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw creepy rainbow eyes filled only with coldness. Corgan wanted to open his mouth and start begging to be let go. As soon as Corgan opened his mouth, he felt a blow to the chest, and blood flowed from his mouth.
Lowering his gaze downward, Corgan saw a hand that had pierced his chest. With difficulty, Corgan turned his head and saw that Isaiah and Mitch were sailing away in the boat, not even looking in his direction. Isaiah and Mitch were rowing hard with the oars, not even thinking about stopping. For them, Corgan was already a dead man killed by the Antichrist, just like the rest of their comrades.
"It seems they abandoned you, little piglet... So why didn't your faith protect you? Why didn't it protect the others... Do you want me to tell you why?" Alex said, squeezing Corgan's heart in his chest.
"Why did God turn away from us..." Corgan wheezed with difficulty as blood continued to flow from his mouth.
"Because your pastor is a liar, and there is no Antichrist. But Death is quite real. And I am before you. And your next stop is Hell," Alex said, looking straight into Corgan's eyes.
Corgan's eyes widened for a moment as he looked into Alex's eyes. And before Corgan could open his mouth, Alex had already crushed his heart. Corgan's head hung limply downward, and blood from his mouth flowed onto Alex's hand. Having killed another cultist, Alex tossed Corgan's body aside like useless garbage. Corgan's body fell into the water and began to drift downstream.
Shaking the blood off his hand, Alex stepped onto the water and began walking on the surface of the water after the sailed boat. Alex was too lazy to search for the "Covenant of the New Ezekiel" community himself if he could use frightened fanatics who would lead him to their doorstep themselves. Lighting another cigarette, Alex walked on the water, putting his hand in the pocket of his shorts and slowly following the sailing boat.
At the same time, Isaiah and Mitch continued rowing with the oars, sailing upstream, not even suspecting that they themselves were leading the monster to their home. All that concerned these two now was to escape as far as possible from Alex and tell everything to Sullivan Knoth, their spiritual leader who knew what to do. They were sure that Father Sullivan would protect their souls from the clutches of the Antichrist.
Spending the last remnants of their strength to sail the boat to their community, Isaiah and Mitch saw the outlines of the shore. Seeing the saving shore, Isaiah and Mitch began rowing the oars faster to reach the shore. Soon the bow of the boat hit the wooden pier, and Isaiah and Mitch began climbing onto the shore, feeling relief that they had managed to escape.
"We made it... We escaped from the Antichrist... We... We need to tell Father Knoth about this," Isaiah said, breathing heavily and standing on all fours on the wooden pier.
"No, you didn't escape... But thanks for leading me to your community," a familiar lazy voice rang out behind Isaiah and Mitch.
Isaiah and Mitch slowly turned their heads and saw Alex standing behind them with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. Alex lowered his gaze and looked down at Isaiah and Mitch from above. There was still the same smile drawn in blood on Alex's face and the same gentle smile. Isaiah and Mitch fell on their butts and began crawling backward, grabbing the wooden planks of the pier, trying to crawl as far as possible from Alex.
Alex watched with a cheerful smile on his face as two adult men tried to crawl away from him in fear. Continuing to smile, Alex raised a finger and waved it from bottom to top. At that same moment, right between Mitch's legs, a black spike burst through the wooden planks, piercing his chin and coming out of his head.
Mitch's body began to tremble in convulsions, waving his arms from side to side as if he were trying to understand what was happening. And just a moment later, Mitch's arms hung limply, and he died. Isaiah froze in place, seeing yet another death of one of his comrades.
Looking at Mitch, who had died just as horribly as the others, Isaiah froze in place, hearing the creak of wooden planks and the sound of footsteps. Slowly turning his head, Isaiah looked at Alex with horror. But Alex simply walked past, continuing to walk along the pier toward the shore.
Isaiah froze in place, not daring to move while the sound of footsteps moved farther away. Gradually, the sound of receding footsteps disappeared, and Isaiah looked at his hands, covered in abrasions and blood after the long escape through the forest and using the oars to sail away in the boat. Looking at his trembling hands, Isaiah couldn't believe he had survived this nightmare.
"I survived..." Isaiah muttered, looking at his trembling hands.
"Hehehe. That was a joke, we all died. And you believed you survived," Mitch's cheerful clownish laughter rang out next to Isaiah.
Isaiah's heart immediately stopped when he heard this creepy laughter next to him. With difficulty turning his head toward the laughter, Isaiah saw that Mitch's previously closed eyes were now open, and his face was distorted in a creepy unnatural smile. Isaiah's eyes widened in shock when he saw the revived Mitch reaching toward him with his hands.
Even though Mitch's head was still pierced by an iron spike, he managed to grab the edge of Isaiah's sleeve. Isaiah tried to break free from the dead Mitch's grip, but he held on too tightly. Mitch sharply pulled Isaiah toward himself, and he fell forward, resting his palms on the wooden planks. Isaiah wanted to get up, when he suddenly felt Mitch's cold hands on his neck, whose grip became stronger with every moment.
"No one survived, Isaiah... No one," Mitch said in a distorted voice, squeezing Isaiah's neck.
Isaiah began hitting Mitch's hands, trying to break free from his dead grip. But Mitch's hands firmly squeezed Isaiah's neck, no matter how much he struggled. Isaiah began hitting Mitch in the face with his fists, but he only continued to squeeze his neck. Isaiah's eyes began to turn red, as if blood would soon flow from them. Until the very last moment, Isaiah continued hitting Mitch in the face to free himself.
And a moment later, there was a click, and Isaiah's arms hung limply downward, while his bloodshot eyes stared straight into Mitch's dead eyes. The dead Mitch continued to squeeze Isaiah's neck, pierced by an iron spike, and their dead eyes continued to stare at each other in this moment.
At the same time, Alex continued walking along the only path, passing between rocky hills. A light smile played on Alex's face as he hummed a light melody, continuing to walk toward the "Covenant of the New Ezekiel" community. Alex knew that soon this area would be littered with corpses, and it didn't bother him. He simply wanted to do what he considered right—to give Sullivan Knoth what he deserved for everything—a slow and agonizing death.
To be continued...
(Yes, I understand perfectly well that some scenes in my fanfic can be truly brutal. But we mustn't forget that Alex never killed innocent people, only those who deserved it. And bastards like him, who kill children, deserved to die like that. And anyway, why am I making excuses? You already know perfectly well what Alex is really like. We've been on such a long journey together, watching Alex, and we know what's going on in his head. So, everything's fine with him. And I'm going to go eat. After all, there's even more blood and screams to come. Peace, love, and for some, up is down, and down is up. But if that's true, isn't it a mirror image of our world.)
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