NarytoX

Graphomut

The gods play with the fate of people in their incomprehensible games. And who are you, caught in the steel trap of fate? Pawn? Queen? Or a future player? And what is the purpose of this game? Why are millions of universes being created and destroyed? You will have to find the answers to all these questions yourself, because the aftor is also not in the know. No plot, no idea. There is only an endless bending of everything and everything in the name of the triumph of meaninglessness. Aftor just pours out endless streams of graphomania onto the minds of careless readers______________ This translation is not my work, I absolutely do not know English