Here we are, after the end of all, waiting patiently for Waxweb to begin, kept company by our lonely 惑星 of choice, which rotates nearby. The 惑星, with and without a name at once, is well embedded in some scanning 六角形の物体, and probably within receiving distance of something, perhaps even a テレビ, though it might even be a transmitter, which is the moral thing to do. To be. Here.     私は兄たちを愛し、それを事実として信じてる それこそが愛の力だ