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"Just as any nation we have met, pray firmly to escape; just as any nation that has been displaced, let us die from the end....Wherever a new world is born, escape from the world of Christianity, escape from bullying, and your brother will never see his face again...."

The husky voice is faint, the wind blowing under the bottom of a deep, dark, cold pit, only the moisture and smell of raw, disgusting soil that the impotent body perceives itself to still have breath.

Cold-blooded animals, reptiles, poisonous bodies that are disgusting?..Choose to be born, who would want to be in the second-class race of the Nakha region? Distraction soars without a limit.

While the small hands rub along the green scales that are turning black, their old origins, the ugly body that gradually appears indicates to the owner of the body that his last breath will soon be exhausted.

🖤 "Your brother made you a noble emerald nakinil, erasing the black stains of nilkal, just wanting to send you down to the bottom of the pit to sacrifice, setting up the pillars of the city, as they say. Why? Why? Why? Why?..Huh "

The tips of the slender fingers, full of dry blood, attached to the cones of the nails, did not stop the sheep of the black scales devouring the emerald on their own thighs, before some reverberation from above the mouth of the pit gushed into the audible; the beautiful, youthful face, full of stains of tears, looked up at the golden bright beam of the sun, the dawn that passed down.

It was the sound of a fanfare, a chai gong, a conch horn, and the sound of a praying spell of the same rhythm, before that golden beam was replaced by the dark shadow of some object above the bottom of the pit.

"Your brother did not come to help you, did not come because of everything, your brother planned, as they say, the breath of your brother's brother used to give it back to the world, and did not meet again, no matter what the world was over, and as in the next life, I would like to be reborn in the Sura Paksa family and the world, except for Nakha. If you meet, please remember the suffering of this sacrifice in every sense, so that you can escape from your brother, and do not fall in love with your foolish heart, this acacia glass prays to escape all nations..."

At the end of the prayer of the young woman whose upper part was human, and her lower legs turned into black sequin scales mixed with emerald, the last breath of which was exhausted when she was struck by a large city pillar of Chaiyaphon wood, and on the outside a staple of Monday wood, which had been bound by a large rope, hovering over the pit for more than three days and three nights.

🪵 drop the weight on her body until it breaks down, the body is transformed into a beautiful emerald-colored snake scattered under the bottom of the pit of the main pillar of the city of Jainkakhon....

🥀 the novel "Pray to Escape Naka."

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