It doesn’t matter, these are the preliminaries.
Every now and then, without a sound, I pick from the gutter insects that have become transparent and hollow. I leave them, ribbons on the shore.
The snakes on the plate are starting to fatten. Mon-dragon paste ~*
× She picks one up in her hand. She shows it. She’s in danger too (I don’t say it) [hit].
× What to sacrifice in exchange for the dragon [drumroll].
• I don’t know, I can offer my head, it’s big.
• It’s better if she doesn’t know I lost everything before and several rounds in a row [mass without percussion].
× When the big-headed one dies, it creates a 1/1 black token.
× It returns up to a card of subjective enchantment, up to a card of subjective instant, up to a target card, up until spiraling out of the shell @square8
From the board to the hand. Return to building.
• I believe, 2/2, a new pair. I brush open wide the bark of the columns. I pull out the small figure in the darkness, place it in my hand, and it’s looking at me too. It’s still like a mold, without defined features, like a blister so sensitive it hasn’t even touched…
× Without touching! This is an exhibition! You can only look and listen:
The H
• The breath… During the wait, I draw the same amount of life as damage.
The i!
× When the hanged man enters the battle, it enters tapped and has the abilities of rhythm and recall.
The em
• What a move. Again to me.
× Tightened so it can dance, and with the counter on it, -1/-1 the red creature dies. As an additional cost to keep playing, more treasures are demanded from the troupe.
• I lose the cowardly giants, dizzy from the summoning. The faces of the carriers heal naturally like marks in tree bark. The dwarves slip away effortlessly and wander the following days without offering any image.
• About to give up, a small caravan passes over my knuckles, and between my fingers it pilgrimages carrying an amulet, warmed in another hand. I’m going to risk it [aloud].
~Only one of the two options can be chosen (read):
1•→ I tie the serpent’s tail to the storm, unleashing mon-dragon. The birds fall over, the first ones eclipsed.
2←• I unhook the hair from between the stones of this cloister, to soak them, for the paste.
(GOOD LUCK!)†