Recalls of Surrender

Alchemy has always been a key to the universe and scorned as blind superstition. The truth seared through my veins like scorching heat, igniting every cell of my being with a searing, uncompromising judgment. I sacrificed everything-my strength and sense of identity-chasing after their overwhelming purpose.

Duty and conviction waged a war against a primal yearning for freedom, unleashing a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to tear me apart. This internal hell fueled an insatiable, maddening lust for vengeance, obliterating my moral compass and propelling me toward utter destruction.

Only when I made a final decision did the fundamental principles of morality seem to slip through my fingers like grains of sand. Each savage blow against the oppressive system left me questioning: am I a righteous crusader, or a monster consumed by hatred?

The poisonous doubt gnawed at my mind, suffocating my thoughts with insidious whispers. But I had the strength to silence them, with fierce determination burning in my veins, I vowed to break free from the chains of oppression or die trying, for fear would not hold me captive any longer.

As I teetered on the edge of life and death, I couldn't help but wonder: would I emerge victorious or succumb to the relentless wheels of fate?

The answer lies shrouded in the mists of an uncertain future, but one thing is irrefutable-win or lose, every decision will ignite an inferno of change. This cataclysmic revolution will raze the old world and herald the birth of a new era. In this cosmic roulette, even the most steadfast warriors can turn to dust in the blink of an eye.

There always was, is, and will be war.

Hope stands stronger than fear, yet anything is possible when darkness lingers.

It's the deflection of accountability, the deflection of guilt

When all seems lost, the butterfly knows where water flows.

Therefore, are you willing to participate?