Some nights, you forget who you are. You don’t know the reason of being here and now.
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.
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