This is basically the prologue for the story.
You'll understand after you read the first chapter.
Disclaimer-I own nothing. I own whar (eternal peace).
Day 1.
We fear that which we cannot see.
Day 2.
People have hope
Because they cannot see Death standing behind them
Day 3.
If I were rain
That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch
Could I join two hearts as well?
Day 4.
We are drawn to each other
Like drops of water, like the planets
We repulse each other
Like magnets, like the colors of our skin
Day 5.
I can't protect you without a sword
I can't embrace you while holding a sword
Day 6.
Yes, there is no fate for us
Only those who are swallowed by
Ignorance and fear and miss a step
Fall into the rapid river called Fate
Day 7.
We should not shed tears
That is a surrender of the body to the heart
It is only proof
That we are beings that do not know
What to do with our hearts
Day 8.
If it rusts, it can never be trusted
If its owner fails to control it, it will cut him
Yes, pride is
Like a blade
Day 9.
Oh, all of us dream,
That we are flying the skies
With our eyes open
Day 10
We reach out with our hands
Brush away the clouds and pierce the sky
To grab the moon and Mars
But we still can't reach the truth
Day 11
Light a fire to the fang that cannot be reached
So that I do not have to see the star
So that I do not slit this throat
Day 12
We think a flower on a cliff is beautiful,
because we stop our feet at the cliff's edge,
unable to step into the sky
like that fearless flower
Day 13.
Every time we set aside our pride
We take a step closer to the beast
Every time we kill an emotion
We take a step away from the beast
Day 14
Creak, creak, tower of purgatory,
Piercing the world like light,
Sway, sway, tower of spine
Will it be us or the sky that falls?
Day 15
I just keep praticing
Saying goodbye to you
Day 16
The mane of the sun pouring down
Erases the footprints on thin ice
Do not fear deception
The world already lies atop deception
Day 17
Red like blood
White like bone
Red like solitude
White like silence
Red like the senses of a beast
White like heart of a god
Red like molten hatred
White like chilling cires of pain
Red like the shadows that feed on the night
Like a sigh piercing the moon
It shines white and scatters red
~Time Skip~
Day 25
We are all
Born dead.
The end exists
Before anything begins.
If living
Is a constant quest for awareness,
The awareness we gain at the end is the real goal
In other words, death
Is the discovery and complete understanding
Of the end.
We are not permitted to seek awareness.
Those that cannot-
Day 27
We have
Not one
In common
No two
Are shaped alike
The third
Because of the eye we lack
In the fourth
Direction there is no hope
The fifth
Is at the heart
Day 28
My lord, we look at you,
as we might look at
a Peacock
Day 29.
Endlessly adorned
Knowing it will be cut off
Endlessly polished
Knowing they will be cut off
They are terrifying, terrifying
In their fall
The hair flutters to the ground,
A lifeless husk
Day 30
The world lies deep, like the ocean floor
The sin is red, growing paler in death
Day 31
Tell me you hate me more than anything in the world.