In the Eye of the Beholder

I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR THIS HIDEOUS THING.

But i had to upload it today - 

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As we are formed by his hands, he shall be the one to decide our fate.

This is a simple fact that we, as the people of this world have to acknowledge. They claimed if we remain pure at heart and mind, our souls won’t disintegrate in sin and contempt. They promised us wealth, warmth and that those painful hunger pangs would fade into the past…

For a while, it did seem that the world was at peace at last, and yet there was no sense of satisfaction. The Land favoured by the gods, it was called, its fairytail-like landscape was uprooted from far within its golden heart, its people slaughtered and hung up as ghastly decor. But they did it in the name of god, they say. How funny.

Bile and lies, lies and so many more lies have spilt from their self-proclaimed divine lips and yet we are the ones that suffer the consequences.

Or better yet we will soon face them.

And yet all those little insignificant bugs still cling to their faith, it doesn’t matter what their status of birth was. It did not matter whether they were fed with a silver spoon or a rusty piece of metaöl. No single soul dared to question their might, blinded by empathy prophesies and promises. It makes me question how they don’t realise on their own that no matter how beautiful a light might be it will always cast the vilest of shadows, ready to devour them whole.

And yet one can’t help but be intrigued by their willingness to continue on their ignorant ramblings. The darkness lurking in their heart, the truth so clearly displayed in front of their own eyes, all of it is covered by a veil, waiting to be lifted. Its secrets crave chaos and yet it remains untouched perhaps favourable in the face of recent events.

They are at their wit’s end, despair and fear plaguing their minds, they are rendered useless in the face of missing civilians and a rise in cultlike activities. They know that long ago when a similar crisis threw the world into chaos and terror they managed to overcome it, but I fear that the current population might not be up for that task.

Sure, only time can tell, but we all know that fate is a fickle thing so why shouldn’t they do what they know best?

Kneel and pray for a miracle that might never happen.

They need a saviour, but is there even anything left to save…

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And you, my dear. Who shall you be when the curtain fails and your story comes to an end? Will you triumph in the face of hardships? Do you hope to blossom under the rules and expectations laid before you or will you wither and crumble? From afar, I will watch and wait for your remains to be carried away, just like the ones before you did and we all know history loves to repeat itself, no?

…On the spot you could think about a thousand different ways on how you wished your last year of elementary school to end. But then again most people wouldn’t expect that a simple trip to the museum would casually teleport them into some strange fairytale world.

Adorned with strange markings and a perhaps unfamiliar visage you can partake in the journey of rediscovery. What joy. But be warned people here don’t like outsiders so maybe learn how to blend in.

But of course, every child needs to receive an education and one wouldn’t object to walking the halls of the prestigious halls of St. Vinett. Surely not and ////// and don’t let me forget about //////.

Should any answers be left I am sure you will come to understand them soon enough.

Let us write your first chapter together - who knows who you might become. And now hurry up! The gods are anticipating your arrival with batted breath. You better not keep them waiting.

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