i have read a lot of books. they all correlate to an unexplainable phenomenon. the ghosts of the aztec tribes call for me, asking me to get revenge against the european hominid. the buzzing in my brain is getting louder and louder. i don't know if i can take it any longer. the viking lord speaks to me, telling me of fantastic sea voyages and raids on the englishmen. i really like those stories. for almost a weed now, i've been seeing into the past. i can see the ancient romans constructing the road on which i stand on. the aqueducts supplying the baths, the praetorian guard making their daily rounds. oh how i wish i could make this buzzing stop. maybe i could join the ancient romans in whatever plane they exist in if i get rid of this useless body of mine.
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