Justo a tiempo

Justo a tiempo

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¿Sabrá alguien en el lugar que está el señor Nosaka? Bajo el ardúo pesar del calor del sol, sobre un tronco de un árbol recién cortado por los monstruos llamados humanos, esperando alguna insignificante señal de vida, se encontraba el señor Nosaka, perdido en un abismo completamente desconocido, así como lo era su pasado, su presente, quizás hasta nunca volverá a encontrarse y será llevado a la otra vida sin recordar completamente nada de esta. Tras un accidente aéreo, la vida del señor Nosaka se esfumó, como cada pieza de aquel avión llevado en mil pedazos hacia su destrucción. Su vida era muy exitosa, porque él sentía que no le faltaba nada para vivir, simplemente con lo que tenía era más que suficiente, citación que en la actualidad se ha perdido. La labor de profesor de su país de nacionalidad lo obligó a tomar diferentes rumbos, por ende se encuentra bajo la realidad de Venezuela, bajo centenas de destrucciones naturales, con pérdida de memoria, irá conociendo cuán espantosos hacemos el mundo poco a poco. ¿Podrá el señor Nosaka recordar sus raíces para volver a enfrentar el mundo a base de otras realidades? Todos los derechos reservados.
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Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

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