In the world of colors - sharp eyes are on me.
This spherical oblate is full of knives in the air.
Thus, I have seen kinds of masks silently roaming around.
These animals are all vexations in my mind.
I, therefore, hide in my world full of beauty that no one has seen it aside from me.
The Hidden Colors
Gentallan Jay
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