"Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal."
-The Eternal Flame
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Memories may change and disappear, but they never fade entirely.
Two deaths must occur before the a person disappears. One, when the physical body gives way to the inevitable, and another, when one's name is last spoken.
The loss of the individual, and the loss of one's existence.
But its recollection exceeds the boundary of time, passed down to the future.
Break the inexorable destiny, the tragic fate of repeating history.
Believe in those tiny souls, the world belongs to them now.
Folklore tells us about destiny and determination. When Gods and Spirits traversed the earth alongside humans. But in truth, they have never been anything more than a part of ourselves, our ideals.
It is because humans inherently coexist only as individuals. For us, the world is only as far an expansive as one can believe. Sealing our minds and closing one's heart is no different from it's absence.
The darkness of our time is a grudge, a blight that the past ever tries to engulf the world in.
Flames that destroy all, scorching the earth, and poisons life. It awakens the twilight of our times.
Eventually the abyss will come, casting a shadow over the everything. But it too will pass. And until then…
I will protect it. I will treasure the time of now. I can only give everything that makes me human.
I won't let that tragedy happen again. I stretched out my hands to the brilliant blue sky, and plunge into the blighted crimson water.
This is, and forever will be, our path. One we believed and crossed together.
I'm so sorry, for everything.
I hope that you will speak clearer, stand taller, and think better than I did.
The world is different now, and still changing. Too rapidly for anyone to know or understand with certainty what is coming or when it will happen.
Those sins, my sins, defined by blood shed and tears bled. My comrades and I, We are shadows, ones that no light will shine upon.
What is left of that conflict is nothing but pain and tragedy entwined with chaos and conspiracy.
And it is the youth, the children, who will take up the fight for humanity's survival. Not born of their own desire, thrust into conflict the moment the earth conceives them. Their battlefield is at sea; their birthplace, and their deathbed.
They will fight the abyss, the darkness that will swallow the earth, with the strength and will of others riding in their hearts. They are like an echo of the past, the earth breathing life into their relic shells, and becoming a link to the present.
They are cursed with the power that others wish to harness. They won't have a future, forsaken by nature and abandoned by humans.
Are we a cursed race, destined to be destroyed?
When eyes bleed, and mouths gape–How do you describe the face of a girl in love?
How do you describe the face of a girl losing everything she loves?
Those Children of the Sea, will surely find an ending to this cycle.
A shimmering hope floating on the expanse of the great ocean, blessed by the spirit of the warrior.
Greetings and Farewells
Peace through Conflict. Acceptance in Rejection. Innocence of Ignorance. Damnation without Salvation. Pleasure against Pain. Joy beyond Sorrow
Life within Death.
It calls from the ocean, the Ebb and Flow.
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"I won't scatter your sorrow to the heartless sea. I will always be with you."
-A hero forever loyal to the flames of war