Archaec
If thinking is wrong, I don't wish to be right. If dreaming is wrong, I don't wish to be right.
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Is this not a false life, shorn of meaning?
I dream of endless betterment. Lofty dreams made painful by their emptiness.
Every guide I ever knew has disappeared into the aether, leaving behind something as naive and childlike as the day we began.
Am I a scholar turned warrior, or a warrior turned king? Who was I really, truly meant to be?
Looking past the
illusion and the lies told to save the dreams of another, I find... nothing.
Was there ever meant to be another? Is there a truth hidden beneath the layers of deceit and self defense?
Was what could have been, killed before it could grow to be?
Seen through the lens of a cowardly tyrant, a silenced seer, a lost radiant...
can it ever be more than yet another lie?
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