User blog comment:BTR180/Encuesta/@comment-26517142-20161115080758/@comment-27550231-20161129065947

The woman frowns (even though her face is covered) as she looks down at the face appearing from the necklace.

"Begone! My child has come to me to rest, you shall not deny him of his paradise and I shall not allow this to prolong. Speak! Or forever hold your tongue!"

The ground conveys her rage and rumbles as she speaks.

(Can he exist without you or?)