The sudden void into the unhinged mind of a demented soul,
The rapture of a lucid dream, falling into an obliterated consciousness
The devastating coma of a genius protagonist, completing the epic tale of a life
It was all but a dream, a chimera, an excruciating lie.
The nothingness digging its claws into a cryptic vision,
The finality of a banal, vain existence
Never to be remembered, nor praised for its perpetual battle against agony.
There is nothing,
Nothing but the sharp sound of shattering glass,
Nothing but a hollow shell on the edge of the world.
This is where I depart, this is where I bow down,
This is where my crude hatred vanish
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Into the Realm
“Evening songs of burning wood and mead and laughter, of blood and hunts and fellowship: our halls echo with memories old and new. A day through forest and field, chasing the smell of spring, a moment above the morning mist to steal a glimpse of seas twinkling on the horizon; an eternity before our gates, in wonderment at the carved quests of heroes, coming alive at a fingertip’s request. Witness a lifetime into the realm… it is quite the adventure.”
— TheMaidenInBlack (https://www.deviantart.com/themaideninblack) of theWrittenRevolution (https://www.deviantart.com/thewrittenrevolution)
La premiere inquisitrice by MarcSimonetti (https://www.deviantart.com/marcsimonetti)
United by randis (https://www.deviantart.com/randis)
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