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My soul now devastated by your regrettable song of anger. My heart urged to love with those eyes of yours that dispense hate. My body completely given to you, to do with what you wish. My mind gives in to the thought of your inevitable and contagious smile.

My legs trembling with just one touch of you. My “being”, vanished to make room for yours. My pride swept away by your infinite sweetness.

To achieve this, he created 666 beings in his own image, whose purpose was to gather the souls from the adjacent universe and bring them there, to explore the "infinite universe.

In the beginning, there existed only a vast expanse of nothingness. A boundless void where one could wallow and languish in endless tedium. No light, no stars, no planets. Just a vast, empty place called Atrovavorattato. Suddenly, there was an explosion of light. It created a being that seemed made of celestial stuff - lights, stars, and planets. An eye encompassing infinite galaxies. A form like a ghost, with two horns, one of them broken. The being soon understood that in the "infinite cosmic void," there was little to engage with. It stood alone, the sole visible entity in this expanse. Weighed down by the absence of time, by non-existent life forms, and fatigued from being the only existence; overwhelmed with emotions that seemed to swell within, it made a choice to extend airs essence Spreading itself across the boundless void, it thus crafted the universe into being. The devil was frightened by the immensity of what he had created, wondering if there had been a good reason for his, now lost, solitude Unable to find a way to reverse what had been an enormous, accidental unleashing by himself, the devil decided to embark on a journey, but he needed a companion to accompany him on this adventure. This thought only deepened his sadness and sense of loneliness. So alone and despondent, he almost wanted to abandon the idea of any possible change in his existence. A blinding green light obscured his vision. A sharp, persistent sound forced him to cover his ears. And when he reopened his eyes, he found himself facing a strange life form: an alien with a single eye. It didn't speak, but it could communicate with the thoughts of the devil, and the devil could understand the alien's thoughts. They quickly found common ground, and since the alien could read his thoughts, it immediately understood that they needed to embark on an adventure. The alien told the devil that it had already explored everything, every corner of the universe. The devil, seeking assistance, offered the alien its own planet in return for help. They quickly reached an agreement. For the first leg of their journey, the alien decided to show the devil the war and devastation that existed. These sights deeply shook the devil, to the point of nearly exploding and leveling everything to the ground. He felt responsible for what was happening. He had to make a choice: return to his "infinite void" or try to improve upon what he had created. Seeing the life forms exuding positive emotions amidst such horrors ignited a desire in the devil to help those who were suffering from the consequences of his unleashed power. He attempted to integrate among them, and alongside his small companion, they intervened in wars, distributed food, and brought joy. One day, the alien confided in the devil that it was mortal. The reason was unclear, but it was an undeniable truth. And then, on a fateful day, as they endeavored to rectify another misstep, the alien met its end. This left our devil once again in solitude. Surrounded by light and life, but utterly alone. He came to understand that any life form with which he formed a bond was destined to die. This realization led him to decide to become the God of the universe. To create a new realm where souls could go after death.

But I didn't give up! I couldn't surrender after all the progress I had made. So, I started searching online for an agency or an NFT expert to see if anyone was willing to help us and how. We found an agency named Next NFT, and in speaking with them, our mistakes and the goals we needed to set became immediately clear. From there on, they would assist us with marketing and the technical aspects, while we would pour all our spirit and heart into the project.

I had been drawing, as I had been for the past 15 years since my father decided to abandon me. I never seriously entertained the idea of becoming an artist, but art connected me with the world and my deepest emotions. Stroke by stroke, shade by shade, my emotions found refuge on the canvas. A soft melody played in the background from a YouTube video, a subtle soundtrack to my thoughts. Then, unexpectedly, an advertisement burst onto the screen. A man's enthusiastic voice broke through, proclaiming how NFTs were set to transform not just the artist's journey but the entire realm of art itself. I watched the video in one breath, so absorbed that I nearly forgot I was drawing. My pencil lay motionless on the sheet of paper, holding something incomplete, an expression yet to be fully realized. I began to delve into this new world, spending the entire day researching what NFTs were, how they worked, and whether there were other artists who, like me, had ventured into this vast unknown. I was captivated by that world, damn it. The prospect of selling my artworks and starting a business that could provide me with a peaceful life seemed like newfound freedom. I began sharing what I had discovered with my colleagues, friends, and family. But things didn't go as I had hoped... "Do you really think you can make money selling drawings online?" "Why should I buy your drawing when I can just download it?" "Come on, cryptocurrencies aren't even real money... You can't buy groceries with crypto!" These were just some of the responses I got every time... It felt like getting doused with cold water, and with each reply, my heart skipped a beat, suffering in silence. I felt stupid, sad, bitter, and even a bit ashamed. I had been studying for weeks, but I couldn't apply what I'd learned; I didn't know where to start or how to proceed. Gradually, I started to feel less confident and began to doubt myself... This led me to stop talking to my friends and colleagues, and I began spending my lunch breaks alone, watching videos about NFTs, clearly indicating my desire to be left alone by wearing large black headphones. I became withdrawn and a part of my heart almost wanted to give up on that path, teetering between hope and resignation. Just when I was engulfed in despair and the darkest gloom, a friend messaged me. He had done some research and thought it might be a good idea to explore investing in this world. I was overjoyed and regained faith in myself. So, I decided to take a walk in the woods near my house. While walking, I came across a trash bin with a message scrawled on it: "Which devil are you selling yourself to?" I took a photo of it, returned home, and began to draw aimlessly. Then, an idea struck me, which I named "Devillien." Half-devil for my pride and half-alien because I feel out of this world. I immediately called my friend to share the news and we started working on an idea that now had a "face". We thought about what to build around the project and decided that we would try to contribute to the world in two ways: through eco-sustainability and by educating people about NFTs, especially those who were unfamiliar with this realm. However, it wasn't long before misunderstandings and differing viewpoints began to emerge. Our arguments became a weekly occurrence, and through these, I understood the critical importance and challenge of having a clear strategy for both the creation and marketing of our project. The reality was that my friend and I, who had become business partners, were clueless. We had an abundance of ideas, yet in practical terms... we felt overwhelmed. "Which blockchain should we choose?" "Why would people be interested in minting our project?" "How do we gain recognition in the NFT world?" These were the constant questions that haunted our days and soon led us back into a state of disheartenment.

Would you sell your soul to the Devil? Soon you'll know that...