My skin burns as I give up on my humanity.
It really is funny. I used to think that being a human was limiting, that it could have been so much better to ascend and now, water fills my lungs as I fight to breathe, even though the point of this mortal life had always been death.
I'll give out my last breath warmed by the sight of you yet, I'll still wonder... was my story worth telling?
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No Longer Spring - Writings of Yesterday
FantasyShen's lover had gone missing amidst a bloody fight, prompting him to search the realm for his dear cultivational partner while recording everything in a journal. After three years, he finally hears of her whereabouts. Will he manage to stay alive...
