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Mythologies and fantasy weaved into words of poetry with occasional threads of realism intertwined.
❝ Forgetting one can't fight for dead,
Such was their pain.
Losing their sanity
All over again,
Brimming with agony,
They learnt Gods were half selfish and half
selfless. ❞