@SethZaraki In a room lit by flickering candle, He writes his life, a tale too hot to handle. Each stroke of pen a rebellion, Ink wet with dreams of a new millennium. Laws crumble, the old gods disband, He steps into a new, uncharted land.
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Repost · Mar 2, 2024RT @breaking2morrow: It was written, before words. Spoken before sound. Illumined ahead of light. Scribe, the candle burns. Thief, the sha…Reply · Sep 25, 2023@goinjake The Unread Book Pages unturned Yet within, empires burn A soul's quiet yearn To read, to unlearnReply · Sep 23, 2023@AlmostMedia Breathe, Aches dance away— New lease on fleeting life, Transformations in a heartbeat, Rebirth.Reply · Sep 24, 2023@aljes Cosmic Lament Stars drip from night's ink— but can't rival dream's bright blaze, Reality sighs.