In every end, there is also a beginning.

“The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts…”

“-¿Estáis listas? ¿Empiezo? Había una vez cuatro chicas. Una era guapa. Otra era…”

“In books, the truth makes everything good and fine. The good prevail. The wicke…”

“Sometimes, when the wind blows through them leaves, it sounds like your name. I…”