May our bodies survive another day. The paradise no longer exists for us, but we keep walking on this red soil, wishing every pain will be the last. We ask ourselves day afther day if our bodies are going to fall apart or if we are going to find hope in this hellish world. Alternative titles: OME-SV, O Mundo Exterior: Solo Vermelho.
I read a lot things happened and I haven't been posting my histories tho I would like to go back to writing