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0:00How's it going, my beautiful people? I
0:02hope you enjoy this next story.
0:08Since I was little, I often heard my
0:10father say one thing.
0:13The courtroom does not exist to seek
0:15justice within it.
0:17The truth is that justice depends on who
0:19can prove their truth and who truly
0:22convinces the court.
0:25However, there is a giant abyss between
0:27the two.
0:30I grew up hearing him say that phrase so
0:32often that I started to feel it as part
0:34of our lives.
0:36A thought that became solid over time,
0:38imposing itself on every aspect of my
0:41life.
0:43Perhaps the same thing happened to him
0:45when he heard it from his father.
0:48In my family, certain ideas were not
0:50discussed like in the vast majority of
0:52other families.
0:54Those thoughts and ideologies were
0:57inherited just like a surname or a name
1:00.
1:02My great-grandfather taught it to my
1:04grandfather, my grandfather to my father
1:07, and someday my father would teach it
1:09to me in some absolute way.
1:12Because for ideas to endure, they must
1:16be solid.
1:19That Tuesday, walking in my father's
1:22shadow in the main hallway, I understood
1:24that that day had arrived.
1:29The courtroom was packed; there wasn't
1:31room for a soul between the people and
1:33the press.
1:35This case had been hogging the headlines
1:38, news, and radio broadcasts for weeks.
1:42In a quick representation, the people
1:44would be a lion that hasn't been fed in
1:47months, which in this case would be the
1:50accused.
1:52The city was outraged.
1:55Outside these walls, dozens of people
1:58held signs demanding the maximum
2:01sentence, some even the death penalty.
2:06In here, the atmosphere was different
2:08and suffocating, barely habitable.
2:13Those who wanted to scream in hatred
2:16remained silent and contained by respect
2:19for the very system that brought them
2:22and their target here, becoming mute
2:24beings.
2:28Those who spoke for them wore suits and
2:30carried neat hairstyles and briefcases
2:32full of papers as their calling card.
2:36These people spoke in whispers and
2:38waited patiently for the legal machinery
2:41to do its job.
2:43In a tug-of-war between those who said
2:46guilty and the one who said innocent.
2:51I was there in the middle of it all,
2:53occupying a hard wooden seat behind the
2:56defense table, still in my father's
2:58shadow, right behind his back.
3:03This was the first time he allowed me to
3:05accompany him to a trial, and even more
3:07so one of this caliber.
3:10It was just a few seconds ago that we
3:13were in the hallway.
3:15Before we walked in here, he directed
3:17some final words to me.
3:20Pay attention, he who does not guard his
3:22words only wants to hide the truth
3:25through his own fears, and that is even
3:27more evident in a lawyer.
3:30He murmured before crossing the swinging
3:33doors.
3:38After that, I took my seat, watching him
3:41enter the room with calm and confidence
3:43before he stopped speaking to me
3:45altogether.
3:47His serenity imposed itself in silence
3:49without the need to raise his voice.
3:53He greeted the judge with a slight nod,
3:56then I watched him walk to his seat,
3:58facing me as he organized his folders on
4:01the table, revealing the golden
4:03blackbird seal he always carried on his
4:06briefcase.
4:09He sat in his place without looking at
4:12the defendant or glancing toward the
4:14area where the victims 'parents and
4:16relatives were, and he completely
4:19ignored the television cameras capturing
4:21everything from the back.
4:24He simply remained silent, and in doing
4:26so, he reminded me of another one of his
4:28lessons from my childhood.
4:30Whoever controls their emotions can
4:32control what happens around them.
4:36The defendant, a man of perhaps 55 who
4:39looked like he could have been any
4:41school's literature teacher with a
4:44mustache, remained motionless in a metal
4:47chair at the center of it all.
4:51Next to him, two guards watched him,
4:53making sure the handcuffs holding him
4:56kept him in place.
4:59Despite the situation and the
5:01fluorescent light above his head, he
5:03didn't seem terrified, but he also
5:05didn't overflow with the false
5:06confidence of someone who was
5:08self-assured.
5:11He was just there in his orange inmate
5:13clothing.
5:16A second later, when everything went
5:18quiet under the judge’s gavel, the
5:20prosecutor began to speak, presenting as
5:23if he had a sword on his tongue, eager
5:25in every word.
5:29For nearly an hour, he deployed an
5:31arsenal of evidence, recordings,
5:33testimonies, and forensic reports.
5:36Each of his arguments seemed like a key
5:39closing a different exit, leaving him in
5:42a hallway of no return.
5:45When he finally went silent, even I was
5:47convinced by every one of his words,
5:50which seemed like an unbreakable wall.
5:53He turned his face toward my father, and
5:56he was still taking notes almost as if
5:59he were in his office and not in the
6:01middle of all this.
6:03There was nothing about him that seemed
6:06to faze him.
6:07When the judge granted him the floor,
6:10Dad closed his folder gently, stood up,
6:13and smiled slightly.
6:17I knew that expression; it wasn't a
6:19smile of satisfaction, it was the same
6:21smile he used when we played chess and
6:23he was about to beat me.
6:27Perhaps the calculating gesture of a man
6:29who had just found a crack in that
6:31concrete wall everyone assumed was
6:33indestructible.
6:36The magistrate adjusted his glasses,
6:38looking down at us before speaking.
6:41>> The defense has the floor.
6:44>> Dad just stood by his chair, resting his
6:47open hands on the table.
6:50Your Honor, his deep voice swept across
6:52every corner of the courtroom.
6:55The Prosecution has done an exceptional
6:58job.
6:59Those words paved the way for a murmur
7:01that traveled through the press gallery
7:04.
7:05The prosecutor frowned, clearly
7:07unsettled by the situation.
7:10It was not something one would say when
7:13defending a defendant, much less what
7:15was coming next.
7:17The evidence is overwhelming, the
7:19testimonies coherent, and the expert
7:22reports show no relevant contradictions
7:25.
7:26The truth is that I will not attempt to
7:29convince this court that my client is
7:31innocent, because he is not.
7:36I felt dozens of hostile stares
7:38instantly fixed in our direction before
7:41I held my breath and looked up at him.
7:45I did not understand what was happening
7:47.
7:47This was our first case together, and I
7:50never imagined hearing such a premature
7:53surrender as that.
7:56Even the defendant slowly turned his
7:58head to look at him in disbelief, as if
8:01he had thrown him into a den of lions,
8:03losing all his composure with a bead of
8:06cold sweat on his forehead.
8:09However, Dad continued imperturbably.
8:13My client committed atrocious acts, the
8:16dismemberment and rape of two girls,
8:19ages eight and 13.
8:21I saw how the mother of one of the
8:24victims broke into three heartbreaking
8:26sobs.
8:28At the same time, the prosecutor in the
8:30distance could not suppress a cynical
8:31smile, surely feeling that everything
8:33was moving in the right direction.
8:37Dad fell silent for a moment, one that
8:40was so abrupt it even felt uncomfortable
8:42.
8:44And only once everyone seemed to be
8:46waiting for him, he continued.
8:48However, that is not the question this
8:51court must answer today.
8:54He cleared his throat, causing the
8:56prosecutor's smile to vanish instantly.
8:59The issue is not whether he committed
9:01the crime; the real question is whether
9:03, at the precise moment of executing it
9:05, he possessed the mental capacity to
9:07understand the nature of his acts and
9:09act in accordance with that
9:11understanding.
9:13As soon as my father said that, the
9:16murmurs swallowed any hint of silence
9:18and calm.
9:20It was then that he slid his fingers
9:22toward one of the folders in his
9:24briefcase.
9:27It was so thin that it seemed ridiculous
9:29for there to be anything inside, but
9:31there were three sheets that looked
9:34insignificant compared to the
9:35Prosecution's monumental file.
9:39He took his time picking up the papers
9:42and spoke.
9:44Exactly nine years ago, my client was
9:47diagnosed with a severe psychiatric
9:50disorder, a medical history that,
9:52curiously, was conveniently ignored
9:54throughout the investigation of this
9:57trial.
9:59I saw the prosecutor straighten up in
10:01his place as soon as my father said that
10:03.
10:04>> Objection, Your Honor. It is untimely
10:06and out of form.
10:08>> He argued.
10:09>> Denied.
10:11>> He replied without taking his eyes off
10:13the reports that the court clerk had
10:15just placed in front of him.
10:19Over the next few minutes, Dad simply
10:21assembled a legal doubt so solid and
10:24relentless that the only certainty
10:26everyone believed they possessed upon
10:29entering those doors began to crumble
10:31bit by bit.
10:35I looked around, noticing that the
10:37journalists had stilled their fingers on
10:39their phone screens.
10:42At the same time, the prosecutor
10:43reviewed all his notes and evidence with
10:46an expression of absolute hatred.
10:49In that moment, I understood something
10:51raw and cold.
10:53My father wasn't facing the people in
10:55this court, but rather the raw reality
10:58that faltered before whoever could
11:00expose it with the best words.
11:043 hours later, now under the gaze of the
11:07blackbirds gathering above the skylight
11:10in the middle of the ceiling, the court
11:13reconvened.
11:15Everyone in the room stood up in silence
11:18, listening to the judge’s gavel and an
11:20intrusive whisper we didn't know the
11:22source of.
11:25>> After assessing the elements provided
11:27and the supplementary expert reports,
11:30>> the judge read in a monotonous voice.
11:33>> This court determines that the accused
11:35will not be sent to a common
11:36penitentiary.
11:39Instead, he shall be transferred
11:41immediately to a maximum-security
11:43psychiatric hospital to receive
11:45specialized treatment under the State's
11:47permanent custody and supervision.
11:51>> For a few seconds, it seemed as if the
11:54world had fallen silent, but then it was
11:57as if the gates of hell had opened among
11:59us.
12:02>> You scum, that monster ended my baby's
12:04life and you helped him get away with it
12:06.
12:08>> One of the victims' mothers screamed
12:10with guttural sounds that could curdle
12:12anyone's blood.
12:14The other mother joined her with curses
12:17that I could never repeat in my life, at
12:19least not with the same feeling.
12:23A photographer dropped his equipment to
12:25the floor, stunned by the commotion of
12:27the moment.
12:29At the same time, two security agents
12:31lunged to restrain one of the fathers
12:33who tried to jump over the wooden
12:35barrier that separated him from the
12:37accused.
12:39Faced with such a scene, the prosecutor
12:41closed his eyes with a grimace of
12:43absolute defeat, letting himself sink
12:45into his seat.
12:47The whole place began to turn into chaos
12:50amidst a tide of screams and frustration
12:52.
12:55Even so, all my father did was take his
12:57golden seal from his briefcase and put
13:00it in his left pants pocket before
13:02turning around and telling me, let's go
13:05.
13:08Before we started walking out of the
13:10room, I followed him, walking by his
13:13side, crossing every door with him,
13:16heading outside where the reporters
13:18waited for us like a pack of hungry dogs
13:21waiting for a piece of food or some
13:23scraps.
13:25>> Mr. Briggs, any statement?
13:28>> How can you sleep at night knowing who
13:30you defend?
13:32>> They shouted, but my father didn't even
13:35flinch at their demands; he just kept
13:37walking in silence, maintaining the same
13:40expression he had when the trial began.
13:44That was despite the barrage of camera
13:46flashes and insults.
13:48I, on the other hand, lowered my head
13:50and tried to shrink, looking for a way
13:52to become invisible in the mob.
13:55Unlike me, Dad stood firm with his head
13:58held high.
14:01For as long as I can remember, I've
14:03understood that a lawyer who loses is
14:05just a lawyer who lost a case.
14:09But one who wins is nothing more than
14:11the target of hateful stares and
14:13judgments from those on the other side.
14:18When we reached our vehicle in the
14:19underground parking lot, we could see in
14:21the distance the defendant being led
14:23toward the prison transport.
14:27Dad rested a hand on the door frame of
14:29his black Torino before getting in,
14:31looking straight at me without taking
14:33his eyes off mine.
14:35What did you learn today?
14:36His question took me by surprise,
14:39forcing me to organize my thoughts
14:41before I dared to articulate an answer.
14:45That even the most solid evidence can
14:47fall apart if attacked from the right
14:50angle?
14:52He shook his head gently with an
14:54enigmatic half-smile on his lips.
14:57No, son.
14:58Today you learned that truth and the law
15:01rarely walk hand in hand.
15:04After those words, Dad started the
15:06engine.
15:08Through the side mirror, I could see
15:10them putting the defendant into the
15:12vehicle.
15:13He was no longer wearing handcuffs on
15:16his wrists.
15:17Then I noticed something else while
15:19watching him being escorted by the
15:21agents guarding him.
15:25He wasn't heading toward the
15:27funeral-looking black van, but toward a
15:29white ambulance parked in the emergency
15:32lane.
15:33He also wasn't wearing the orange
15:35jumpsuit of common inmates.
15:38And that look of bewilderment that hid
15:41his fear at the beginning had vanished,
15:44now revealing an imperturbable smile on
15:46his face.
15:49That left a knot in the pit of my
15:51stomach.
15:53That wasn't the grimace of a disoriented
15:55mental patient; it was the expression of
15:57someone who had just beaten fate in a
15:59game of chess in the filthiest way
16:01possible.
16:03He seems too calm to be heading to a
16:05psychiatric ward.
16:07I murmured, without taking my eyes off
16:09the mirror.
16:10Dad observed the ambulance for a moment
16:13before shifting into first gear.
16:15It’s logical. He let out calmly.
16:18Why?
16:20I asked, watching him tap his fingers
16:22rhythmically while holding the black
16:24leather steering wheel.
16:26Why does he think he’s won the game?
16:30Those words were quite precise, too much
16:32so to leave me with anything to say.
16:37The ambulance pulled away, escorted by a
16:39patrol car with its lights off, making
16:41its way out of the metropolis.
16:45Dad pressed the accelerator gently, but
16:48steadily, setting us in motion.
16:52However, once we were outside, the route
16:55he took deviated completely from the way
16:57back home.
16:59Where are we going?
17:01I asked, brow furrowed and bewildered.
17:04He only kept his eyes fixed on the
17:06asphalt, damp from this morning's rain.
17:09There is a place you need to know about
17:11.
17:12He replied curtly, leaving me in silence
17:14.
17:15I learned at an early age that my father
17:18had a specific tone for when he had to
17:21state something final, and that was the
17:24tone he used now.
17:27We drove for almost an hour, leaving
17:30behind the skyscrapers and gray clouds
17:33of the city, moving away from the houses
17:36, the malls, and finally, the last
17:39traces of urbanization.
17:43The landscape withered into a dark mass
17:46of pines and fog.
17:48The sun was sinking into the horizon,
17:51staining the sky a purple and reddish
17:53hue. It left a strange feeling to watch
17:56it.
17:57Then, in the distance, I could see the
18:00lights of an ambulance.
18:03Are we headed to the same destination?
18:06I murmured, almost without realizing it
18:08.
18:09Yes.
18:10Dad answered simply, but firmly.
18:14We watched those vehicles leave the main
18:17highway, following them closely behind
18:20along a side road.
18:22A dirt and gravel path flanked by a
18:25forest so thick it seemed to swallow
18:27what little natural light remained.
18:31I had never stepped foot in this part of
18:33the region.
18:34However, the way Dad maneuvered the
18:37steering wheel suggested he knew every
18:39stone and pothole in this place by heart
18:42.
18:44Minutes later, through the gloom of the
18:46trees in the distance, an imposing
18:48structure appeared.
18:50An ancient stone wall crowned by a heavy
18:54wrought-iron gate.
18:58There were no signs with the
18:59institution's name, let alone any sign
19:01of welcome.
19:03I could barely make out a silver plaque
19:06embedded in the wall.
19:08Sangsbro Psychiatric Institute.
19:12I saw the ambulance stop in front of the
19:14metal gate.
19:15Then the rear doors opened, and we saw
19:18the accused step down onto the pavement
19:21.
19:23He looked around calmly under the light
19:25of a streetlamp that was starting to
19:26flicker on with the arrival of night.
19:30The building behind those gates rose
19:32before his eyes with a stately, almost
19:35Victorian, architecture.
19:38Neat, expansive gardens and tall windows
19:41.
19:43It looked more like a private estate or
19:45a high-society retreat than a judicial
19:47asylum.
19:50The accused man, named Félix Curso,
19:53exhaled deeply.
19:55He seemed relieved, relaxed, and calm.
19:58Any sign of who he was at the trial had
20:01completely disappeared.
20:03It was then that my father parked the
20:06car, calmly opening the door and
20:08stepping out.
20:10Only at that moment did I become aware
20:12of the hundreds of blackbirds hidden in
20:15the trees and on the wall.
20:18Dad walked with the same bearing he had
20:20shown when stepping onto the stand hours
20:22earlier.
20:24Felix, the defendant, recognized him
20:26immediately upon seeing him amidst the
20:28night that was beginning to fall upon
20:29him.
20:31>> Mr. Briggs.
20:32>> He exclaimed with relief, taking a step
20:34forward.
20:36Dad headed in his direction at a slow
20:38pace until he was a few meters away from
20:40him.
20:41Stopping, and with total deliberation,
20:44he adjusted the black leather gloves he
20:47wore on his hands.
20:50Then he looked up at Felix and spoke
20:52with a tone that seemed like the
20:54sharpest blade, cutting through even the
20:56air between them.
20:58>> The state's justice is finished for
21:00today.
21:02>> He made a brief pause, letting time add
21:04weight to his words.
21:07Ours is just beginning.
21:10Felix's smile vanished suddenly, as if
21:13he were facing the judge once again.
21:17Something made him take a step back,
21:19perhaps out of pure biological instinct
21:21.
21:23On his face, you could see his mind was
21:25still trying to process the echo of
21:27those words, refusing to accept what his
21:30gut was already warning him of with
21:32cramps.
21:34>> What do you mean by that?
21:36>> He blurted out. Dad remained silent with
21:39the coldest and emptiest expression I
21:42had ever seen on his face.
21:45Beside him, the iron gate began to open
21:47inward.
21:51And inside, a person in a black robe
21:53with a wide-brimmed black hat and dark
21:56leather gloves waited for him.
21:59The most somber thing about that person
22:02, however, was his calm and that mask in
22:04the shape of a yellow-orange beak.
22:07Even for me, sitting inside the car, it
22:10caused a feeling of cold dread.
22:15That figure looked at Dad, who was now
22:17holding his golden seal with the
22:19blackbird between his hands, extending
22:21it toward him as if showing it meant
22:23something.
22:26The figure bowed politely in an
22:28acknowledgment, and my father returned
22:30the gesture with seriousness.
22:33>> Everything is ready, sir.
22:36>> That person uttered with a deep voice
22:38from beneath that mask, which, though
22:40unknown, felt familiar to me.
22:44Dad simply nodded as if this were
22:47something he was used to, as if he had
22:49done it several times before.
22:53Felix alternated his gaze between my
22:55father and the figure in black with a
22:57panic that became more evident with
22:59every second.
23:01>> Wait, there must be a protocol error
23:05here. I
23:06>> He tried to say before the figure
23:08responded.
23:10>> We never make mistakes.
23:14>> It was then, upon looking back at that
23:16place, that I noticed the white
23:19ambulance was now dark and the cross on
23:21it was gold.
23:24Dad stepped a little closer to Felix
23:26before saying to him in a neutral tone.
23:29>> Listen to me carefully, throughout the
23:31entire trial you didn't stop smiling
23:33inside.
23:36You thought you had mocked the laws of
23:38men, and you were right, you mocked them
23:40completely.
23:43>> Felix could only breathe with difficulty
23:45at the situation, unable to speak, with
23:47sweat dripping down his forehead.
23:50>> But you made one mistake.
23:52>> Which one?
23:53>> He managed to articulate with a broken
23:55voice.
23:56Dad looked him in the eyes without any
23:58kind of emotion or feeling other than
24:01the void itself.
24:02Trying to deceive the truth.
24:06And with those words, an absolute
24:08silence fell, interrupted only by the
24:10sound of tree branches swaying in the
24:13soft evening breeze.
24:17Dad turned around without adding a
24:19single word and walked straight toward
24:22me at the car.
24:24Behind him, the sentenced man contorted
24:27his face in an expression of desperation
24:29and hatred, shouting.
24:32>> Britz, you promised to get me out of
24:34this hell.
24:36>> My father just stopped for an instant to
24:38reply without turning or raising his
24:40voice.
24:41And I kept my word exactly.
24:44Either you are out of the prison.
24:46Believe me, hell is not as cold as this
24:49place.
24:51Then he continued walking toward the
24:53vehicle.
24:55At that very instant, that man tried to
24:58run into the depths of the forest,
25:00watching at the same time as he entered
25:03how what I thought were leaves on the
25:05tree branches all moved in unison toward
25:08the inside of it.
25:11Then I heard the man scream in horror
25:14before seeing him run on his own toward
25:16the direction of that black figure
25:18behind the fence.
25:22The strange thing was that for a moment
25:24I could see something inside the forest
25:27, something large and dark moving slowly
25:30toward the enclosure before the trees
25:32were covered again by blackbirds, which
25:35at first had seemed like leaves to me.
25:40The dark figure held Felix by the
25:42shoulders as if its hands were heavy
25:44pincers impossible to escape.
25:48At the same time, Felix screamed, not
25:50knowing whether to look at the forest or
25:51at the place where they were now
25:53dragging him.
25:56Until he finally disappeared inside,
25:58watching then as the gate closed with a
26:01sound that, more than metal clashing
26:03against metal, seemed like the
26:05announcement of a sentence that no human
26:07being should ever hear.
26:14I then understood the truth about that
26:17place, its purpose and existence.
26:20It wasn't to keep the monsters inside it
26:23, but so that nothing in the outside
26:25world could interrupt what happened
26:27within.
26:29Now, only the sound of my father's
26:31approaching footsteps remained, along
26:34with the nature around us on this dark
26:36night that had settled in so
26:38prophetically.
26:41Dad stopped in front of the car door
26:43before checking his jacket's inner
26:45pocket and pulling out something I
26:47couldn't see until he was inside the
26:49vehicle.
26:51His golden signet of a blackbird.
26:54He placed it in my hands, looking me in
26:56the eyes with a seriousness and weight
26:58that seemed to tire his shoulders.
27:02I held it, feeling it weigh more than I
27:05had imagined during all those years I
27:07had seen him carry it with him to every
27:10case.
27:12Keep it safe, keep it with you, and
27:14never give it to anyone.
27:17He clarified with a grave seriousness in
27:19his voice.
27:20What is this supposed to be?
27:22I asked with as much fear as curiosity.
27:26Dad remained silent, starting the car
27:28before adjusting the rearview mirror and
27:30beginning to drive.
27:32Only then did he speak again and break
27:34the silence.
27:36It is a responsibility, a legacy, and a
27:39duty.
27:40And you will understand all of that even
27:43more as you get older.
27:45At that moment, I remembered a night
27:48years ago, a year before I saw Grandpa
27:51for the last time.
27:55That day, just like now, Dad and Grandpa
27:58had to attend court for the trial of a
28:00man accused of wiping out an entire
28:03family in the worst possible way.
28:08That cold night, I saw Dad get out of
28:10the car with that same signet and never
28:13let go of it since.
28:16When Grandpa saw me on the other side of
28:18the door, after they both got out of the
28:20car, he smiled at me before picking me
28:22up in his arms and ruffling my hair
28:24affectionately.
28:26I remember his voice then, but not his
28:29words.
28:30And for some reason, his voice reminded
28:33me of that dark one from before.
28:37I watched my dad drive with absolute
28:39calm through the shadows of this night,
28:41remembering the man inside the tribunal
28:43hours ago and understanding something
28:45that can only be understood if you live
28:48it firsthand.
28:51Outside the court, outside the judgment
28:54of those shouting guilty or innocent,
28:56outside all that paraphernalia of
28:59television, radio, and all means of
29:01communication, true justice acted far
29:04from people and their prejudices, where
29:07the truth acted like a guillotine
29:10falling upon the guilty, and for that to
29:13happen, people like my father existed.
29:18He wasn't just a lawyer who stood out
29:20for doing the nearly impossible inside
29:21the courtroom; he was more than that.
29:25Now, seeing the city lights appear in
29:28the distance was like watching the world
29:31keep spinning in its blissful ignorance
29:34, unaware that the monsters were within
29:37four walls being consumed by their own
29:40sins.
29:48My beautiful people, I hope you enjoyed
29:50this story.
29:52At first, I wanted to call it "The
29:55Blackbird Man" or, well, something
29:58similar.
29:59In the end, it kept the name it has.
30:02My people, this story is rather special
30:06because it was gifted to me by a
30:08subscriber, or, actually, a subscriber
30:12named Kyle.
30:14She sent me the story and told me I
30:16could make modifications, that I could
30:18do whatever I wanted with it.
30:21I ended up editing it quite a bit,
30:24adding it to my universe of stories and
30:27putting a lot of my own work into it so
30:31it fits into this whole universe I am
30:34creating.
30:35I truly hope that both you and the
30:38person who gave me their work liked the
30:42final product.
30:44Well, I don't like saying "product," but
30:46rather the final work.
30:48So let me know in the comments what you
30:51thought, if you really liked it, if you
30:53saw any point that resonated with you,
30:55or anything else you can tell me.
30:59Everything helps.
31:01You know that here, any little thing
31:03that can be improved will be improved if
31:06I notice it and you also help me by
31:09pointing it out.
31:11So thank you always for letting me know
31:14those details.
31:16Thanks also to the channel members for
31:18being there supporting me and helping me
31:20month after month.
31:23My beautiful people, with nothing more
31:26to say, the black knight who wears the
31:28smoke mask says goodbye.

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