Faster than time itself. It is raining after the rain. Without noticing, sinergies that meet one another whose fate was meet each other inevitably in a natural way. These harp notes played by Whiteveil are introduced as a gift for our project Soul & Sword. With no premeditation, the results of the purest inspiration among the arts: words, shape and color, and voice. A whole bound to be a whole. A obsesion of this author who speaks to you.
Music should be present in our Ghost Galeon. Music will be present in our Ghost Galeon. The delicious fingers stroking these harp strings are the evident proof we are worth to dream. It is just the exquisite prelude of what is about to come.
Whiteveil, Cassandra... those who are still behind the veil...
Thanks for believing.
Thanks for create.
You make the true magic.
You are the true magic.
Music should be present in our Ghost Galeon. Music will be present in our Ghost Galeon. The delicious fingers stroking these harp strings are the evident proof we are worth to dream. It is just the exquisite prelude of what is about to come.
Whiteveil, Cassandra... those who are still behind the veil...
Thanks for believing.
Thanks for create.
You make the true magic.
You are the true magic.
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