“Just as tall trees are known by their shadows, so are good men known by their enemies.”
Mortality was not a word he liked.
An end of existence. The abyss and the light, the hypnotic dance of the hellfire- all explanations for what lay beyond, all contradicting the other. The finality of The End; the answerless question!
What human would not give it all to know that final truth? Who does not, if only for a single moment in their lives, simply ponder? The path they tread, so short compared to his, so little trod – they squander, shredding miles with their relentless questions, always, always and always- simply wondering.
To find what they most wish the moment they lose it all.
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