Areopagus of the Arabian prince
Prince Ahriman, old and wretched, moves the power of his hand and the four powers. He raises his vigor, unsheathes his sword exclaiming:
"Al-Qaum!" shines its brightness as such a king seen in the eclipse.
The nocturnal stealth guards the caravans of travelers to the modern illusory city of Petra, or nothingness, from the ancient collective neural world. The edge illuminates its face, the double edge of power, arrogance and chaos, from the throne of the kingdom, the cancerous illusion.
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