Jurnal de inger

Jurnal de inger

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Te-ai gandit vreodata de ce suntem asa? De ce suntem egoisti, aroganti, veseli, tristi? Te-ai gandit vreodata la ce urmari au actiunile tale? Nici eu nu pot sa spun ca stiu sigur toate astea, de aceea am scris aceste pagini de jurnal. "Noi scriem cântece despre viața voastră, dar eu prefer jurnalele. Foile se întorc în praful lăsat de noi și simt atingerile noastre. Parcă fiecare lacrimă, fiecare zâmbet se impregnă în celulele moarte ale foii. Iar aici cărtile nu au final, așa cum nici aceste cuvinte probabil nu o să aibă. O să aștern pe hârtie imaginea voastră, deci dacă veți citi asta, vă veți lupta cu voi înșivă. Aruncați-vă în valurile de hartie doar dacă aveți curajul să suportați tăieturile pe care le lasă." Acesta e cuvantul de inceput, provocarea pusa cititorului.
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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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