There are many doors to get to other worlds. Sometimes they are visible.
No matter where you are, when you pray to your god, you’ve always look at the sky. Why?
Without much illusion, I stumble blindly to find the way. Towards where? No idea.
I lived this story more than twenty years ago, when I only practiced arcana XIII.
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Once again I have been near death Suddenly it all seems Against me and my dreams
This world is just a training ground. Thick and hard, it resists to allow us to improve.
All those who give up the rising, sandy, uneasy path are deserters. Heroes desert hatred.