The moon cries white tears, untainted beings attain the ground of a dark forest. They search for each other. But the experiences in this foreign world don‘t leave them unaffected.
Ich war damals für die Tonmischung zuständig.
The moon cries white tears, untainted beings attain the ground of a dark forest. They search for each other. But the experiences in this foreign world don‘t leave them unaffected.
Ich war damals für die Tonmischung zuständig.