Antiquity of Pragma (Seasons of Love #1)
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Ongoing, First published Jun 08, 2024
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His life was monotous, melancholic, and ennuid. It could be written in a few merely pages from the beginning to the end of his life if it were to continue in that type of setting. He was a rather mundane guy, or at least that's how he perceived himself. He grew up not being exposed to emotions people would normally feel with the restraints that were tied to him.

Despite the fact, he was unperturbed. He thought to himself that it was already enough that he didn't have to feel those insignificant emotions as it'd simply be a waste of time for him. He was content with what he had already, or so he thought.
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Trapped in the dark for years, Not knowing what the day is, Or the time, Forgetting all the memories you once had, Scary, isnt it? But that was how life was for him. He didn't know when it started but the only source of light he had were from his own body. He glowed dimly but just enough to light up the cavern he was trapped within for years. Decades maybe. He didn't know, he couldn't tell. He couldn't escape for chains held him down. He tried countless of time to break free either only to be captured again before he could escape or fail miserably. The people that he saw weren't people. To him, they were more monstrous than he was. He was frightened of them for they hurt him, forced him to stay and do their bidding. Why and how? He couldn't remember for it had been that long. He couldn't remember the feeling of sun upon his skin or water beneath his feet. He only knew of the cold darkness, sometimes the voice of the people but they were never comforting. One day, he finally broke out.