Life.
Life is an ever circling event.
Birth, life, death and then rebirth.
How will it end?
Will it end?
Is life just meaningless... or does it have value?
There are things that come with life.
Love, family, hatred, sadness...happiness.
But do they matter?
The answer to this question... shall forever try to be defined.
But what I know is that right now, we are here, and we will be.
Until the day we die.
-Baron
- IscrittoJuly 29, 2016
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THE DEMON WHO OWNS A GARDEN
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There is tales of a demon who had arisen from hell centuries ago, living in the plains near to the castle of...
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(ON HIATUS FOR AWHILE) Risk of Re...
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The contact light had been missing for many years before the captain of the safe travels got the distress sig...
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THE CHARRED SCRIBES (a rapture cra...
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A series of scribes written by someone known as the caretaker... what could this mean?
(Final chapter writing...