Fake Wings is copyright of .hack//sign and Yuki Kajiura.
Silent Hill is not mine, but this story is.
Aleksia Samine-character
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Shine bright morning light
Now in the air the spring is coming
Sweet blowing wind
Singing down the hills and valleys
Keep your eyes on me
Now we're on the edge of hell
Dear my love, sweet morning light
Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far
That song echoes in my head. Now we're on the edge of hell.
I feel like hell. Sweet morning light. Yeah yeah, I know it is time to wake up.
Morning is dawning upon me with all of its hangovers and sadness.
Another day another monotone trek through the grime.
Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far...
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Welcome to Silent Hill. A place where you can relax and unwind. Remember when the fog comes in to turn your backs and make haste for the exits, for this is when your demons come out. And they like to play.
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In the resort town of Silent Hill a mist takes over trapping inhabitants in their own misery. Do you have secrets you wish to hide? In here there are no secrets. We stand at the edge of hell, and then are engulfed by its evils.
The cult of the Black Dahlia has taken over and is trying once again to resurrect the God. They have brought a hell upon earth which was once thought destroyed.
Their leader, Amschel, looks upon the crowd of sickly looking people dressed in robes with candles before their faces. The soft glow of firelight illuminates the room. Along the walls of the small church are pictures of the God and her story. In between them are markings of seals in blood. A summoning ritual has begun
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