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It was a long time ago. Me and my dear heretic friend were somewhere in mountains. I know my friend for a long time and I get used to his hypocrite behavior. Mountains were completely destroyed because of their age and impact of atrocious weather. They were bald and some shreds were falling down toward our car.
The sky was murky and even morose. Just to brighten up my mood I had decided to imbibe some alcohol and go for a stroll near the mountains. By occasion I’ve disclosed something quite cumbersome, but it was under the dense layer of wet rotten foliage. My desire to see what was hidden there was really inextinguishable. I started to throw the foliage vigorously, trying to get to remove it as fast as I could.
Once I’ve noticed a small spark caused by the sunlight. It was an emblem of the metal epitaph. I was scared to death but I had no choice to retreat.