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A real jungle, with the sound of crawling animals, and a song that for a moment I thought belonged to birds, but then I found out that they came from some small and one-eyed creatures, who climbed trees as easily as monkeys.

"Don't be drooling," he mumbled hatefully Tennebris, cutting off my fascination. "Behind the covers, everything is on fire.”

"I like what I see over the cloths," I retortured with a grunt, still observing the smell of the environment that perfectly imitated the vegetation of a forest.

"Do they have any fruits? "Said Faye, putting one hand on his forehead. "I feel like I'm going to faint from hunger.”

"I carry you," offered Vraxlon, cordially, taking Faye's little body in his arms.

Tennebris pretended not to pay attention to any of them. However, as he walked in front, next to me, from time to time I could see the look from the corner of his eyes that he threw back, usually when I heard Faye laugh or Vraxlon say some dirty joke. Despite everything, he did not apolo