# Priverstas

My eyes hold the light of a forgotten land and my skin tells a story of loss. Will you break my shackles to set me free?

Santa no es un cuento infantil. Es una figura antigua, dura, nacida del frío y de la noche larga.

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A being without origin, without story, with no identity. A hero for the people, a tyrant adamant on creating an utopia.