The travels of a Nymphomaniac

47 Whisper to the souls.

@@Momentarily lost in a dead land, after so many repeated deaf screams, my voice passed away. Reduced to the state of a shadow whispering his complaint, but still alert enough not to deliberately sink into a silent swamp where souls are watching me without manifesting themselves, waiting for an answer to my calls, I get out of the surrounding fog and I disappear.

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