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Ever tried to think of what would happen if nothing had happened? Ever felt like you had too much and were the center of attention too often, and you just wanted to share it with others? Ever felt so lonely that you started to think up or create others to talk to you? The destiny of his world is on Vitae's shoulders. He can choose what can be and what cannot, what will be and what won't, what is and what isn't, how he chooses to cope with it and who he chooses to cope it with. But will Vitae be able to control the world he creates and the ones he created to be with him? Will the ones precious to him turn out to be nothing but cold-hearted and deceiving? Will he be able to explain his mistakes whenever he makes them, and will his friends still love him the same? And are the others comfortable with who and what they are, or do they hunger for more? There are 3 prologues to this (yes, I know, tedious as hell, but the same happens in The Lord of The Rings so quit your complaining) and they aren't really that necessary to read but they do provide a lot of information, hidden messages and lessons and that jazz. So yeah.
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A Hymn To Humanity. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Simple things around us can hold so many stories behind them. Like that old toy you always played with when you were little, now standing on your shelf, collecting dust. Or like that plush you have been enviously keeping on your bed ever since you bought it. Or like that one item you and your friends still have to reminish old, happy memories. Or even a streetlight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Notes: 1. This is a short novel, so it will contain very few chapters, expect very little for this story. 2. May be triggering to some, consult the tags. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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