We are writing the year 1543 AD, the time the black plaque struck. Agen, here Michael Nostradamus lived with his wife and two children.. He confidently began to treat his fellow citizens, but - unfortunately -.
We gain power. . Out beneath the nightly sky. Squat down on the ground. His breath warms up the wintry air. The truth hurts that he found. . He might be the chosen one.
As the evening breaks. The night awakes. And the land is mournfully wrapped in silence. Sorrow last. And remains the past. cause this will be my ending day.