Chương 293: 293)Venerable Vanve
It was indeed going to be rough. He was stuck in a conflict between two groups that have hated each other for centuries, and to make matters worse, it seems that the instigator or the facilitating factor was practically untouchable and to a certain extent specifically oblivious.
Rather off-putting but he was used to it. People with such personalities seemed to be drawn to him. They were clumsy in their own manner but they were strong-willed and had the skills to back it up. The strong indeed called upon the strong.
There was only half a day left for him to stop the dispute, and avoid the bloodshed, and his only lead seemed to be an insurmountable wall. On the other hand, his experience with this person had been priceless. His senses never felt sharper, it was similar to a cleanse. His body seemed brand new and fresh, but it was more cognitive and mental than anything.
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Myth_7754 "Breathe.
When a string of letters carries meaning ever so heavy, we fail to realize what it could stand for. Reaching for solace, desperate, and yearning for tranquility. We find ourselves stumbling back into the chaotic abyss we swore not to look into.
It comes and goes, the feeling of unity between mind and body, when the bustling sound of life ensuing seems so meager in comparison, when reality falls apart and loneliness and being alone feel different.
Unfathomable the meaning a word could hold. Undeniable the memories it could evoke. Unbelievable the struggle we’ve overcome. Untraceable the fragments of what used to be.
The vagueness of our own words, our own voices reading these very symbols, the comprehension of each so very unique. The stillness we feel within ourselves, resonating with every exhale. The lump in my throat and the heaviness in my chest readily fading away.
Choke.
Letters had to be strung together in a manner to convey meaning. We realize what it stands for, the calm reeking falsehood, the storm erected as the torch. We find ourselves realizing the harsh truth of reality, we never looked into the abyss, it is but mere introspection.
It goes and comes, the disharmony within ourself, the ambivalence and lack of balance as we stand still on the very stage we built. When life only seems to have meaning with a purpose of some sort behind it, and company becomes insufferable.
Fathomable the meaning a word could hold. Deniable the memories it could evoke. Believable the struggle we’ve overcome. Traceable the fragments of what used to be.
The clarity of our own words, our own voices reading these very symbols, the comprehension of which remain common and objective. The chaos within us rumbling with every inhale. The lump in my throat and the heaviness in my chest anchoring their existence within my soul.
Breathe
Did I forget how to do it...?"
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