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Crimson Text; Philosopher;
The body stills but the soul never dies. Within the cycle of life the souls of the dearly departed travel to a place beyond. Over the river, across the mountains and hidden within the folds of the world, there an lonely island can be found with a lonelier creature collecting the souls of our most cherished and those forgotten.
War has a way of becoming poetry by the ones left behind, singing of bravery as they cope with a loss of which history will forget the name. To accept is merely part of life, yet there are always those who defy. Just as defiance was once the reason to start an impossible fight with no winners left behind, only loss. Yet this rejection of the laws of nature goes beyond the conflict of men and it stirs a guardian awake who has long been asleep.
War has a way of becoming poetry by the ones left behind, singing of bravery as they cope with a loss of which history will forget the name. To accept is merely part of life, yet there are always those who defy. Just as defiance was once the reason to start an impossible fight with no winners left behind, only loss. Yet this rejection of the laws of nature goes beyond the conflict of men and it stirs a guardian awake who has long been asleep.
@MaryGold
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