Chapter 1.1
November 22, 2023 at 4:36 PM
I want a sword. A sword that I would sharpen every day until I became a master. Then, my very last sharpening would begin. I would sharpen it to the sharpness of the peak of my skill and leave it at the most visible point in the house. This blade could reflect the blue light of the moon on a clear night, a crimson sunset, dripping from the blade, and a wood impression would be displayed on it, drawing the dawn of a new era. But on it lies only the reflections of a paraffin candle, slowly disappearing into the darkness of a spacious hall. And now you ask if there is injustice in this world.
