I never regret returning to this game every once in awhile. It’s an absolute gem that defines every reason why I fell in love with this series to begin with!
cuidado com o satanas. ele nasceu como homem. em carne e osso . é o trump. me foi revelado anos atras atraves da biblia narrada por cid moreira no youtube. eu ouvi na voz do cid ele tem uma mecha de cabelo loiro na testa que nao consegue tirar. realmente esse cabelo dele é muito diferente de outros homens e nao muda nunca. ele nasceu dez meses depois da explosao das bombas atomicas de hiroshima e nakasaki . belo castigo ele tem uma das trump toweres com o numero 666. nos estados unidos. seja cauteloso. nao o adore nunca
In the realm of Majora's Mask, a moon, aglow, Hangs with foreboding, a celestial show. A tear, a token, from the cosmic sphere, Echoes of childhood, memories dear. The moon, a symbol of impending fate, Yet in its tear, nostalgia innate. The Astral Observatory's song, a key, Unlocking the vaults of memory. In the world of Zelda, where tales unfold, Childhood's ephemeral, like moonlight gold. The moon tear's currency, a bittersweet trade, Exchanging innocence for an adult charade. Blue fairy tales from Pinocchio's lore, Whisper the truths of life evermore. Ocarina dreams, melodies of the past, Through time's fleeting grasp, they slip so fast. If only an instrument, an ocarina true, Could rewind the clock, childhood renew. A celestial tear, mirrored in my eye, Longing for moments that swiftly pass by. Yet adulthood beckons, a harsh demand, Reality's grip, a firm, unyielding hand. Trading tears as currency, a profound cost, In the market of time, childhood is lost. A celestial tear, precious and rare, Each man yearns for, in a silent prayer. Once received, a moment sublime, Yet never again, through the sands of time. Thanks for not talking! [23]
