The cold, stale air begins to hesitate,
In quiet dismay, this must be our fate.
I question every lingering detail,
One day, this will be told in folktales.
My life now drifts toward a silent stalemate.
Stories of heroes and villains,
Tragedy and violence—how it is written.
Morals twist and break,
Faint voices scream in the dark, “mistakes.”
Many paths intertwine, leading to one final mission.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
The cold, stale air begins to hesitate,
In quiet dismay, this must be our fate.
I question every lingering detail,
One day, this will be told in folktales.
My life now drifts toward a silent stalemate.
Stories of heroes and villains,
Tragedy and violence—how it is written.
Morals twist and break,
Faint voices scream in the dark, “mistakes.”
Many paths intertwine, leading to one final mission.
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