Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right on the coast of Semantics.
When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. A rhethorical question pitifully ran down her cheek.
She had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village.
The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.
Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. A rhethorical question ran pitifully down her cheek, then she continued along her way.
On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.
1/12/16
Xion Studios
ESRB
6.8 GB
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