Within The Void

Her voice, a trembling melody, A plea for mercy, for she knew, someday, The dream's embrace would fade away, Leaving us both in disarray. "Let go, my love, and break these chains, For love in dreams brings naught but pains, A fleeting joy, a transient bliss, That leaves behind an endless abyss."

The endless sea, broken into small drops, pours over my face. I feel every drop enveloping me like a gentle ghost, plunging into my madness. My thoughts are a bizarre dance of whirlwinds that never subside.

The red dust of Mars swirled around the landing module, a crimson storm brewing in the distance. Inside, a lone figure hunched over a datapad, his face illuminated by the cold blue light. This was Elias, a man burdened by the weight of the universe, his heart a black hole consuming hope. He was on a mission to find solace, a place where the burden of his melancholy wouldn’t be a liability, a place where sadness was not a flaw, but a virtue.

They've been looking at each other for longer than necessary for a long time now. Longer than they look at friends or family members. Immersed in their own thoughts and experiences, no one notices or attaches any importance to the warmth spreading inside. And then... the evening after the birthday celebration, the roof of the loft they inhabit, and... a conversation that should have happened long ago.

She comes to that clearing again and again. Every time life becomes unbearably hard, peace lies among the unmarked graves. There are no names or dates, but she knows who is buried there. Today, life has become unbearably hard again...

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Her training as an enchantress is not even half complete. Her job is to kill monsters. She travels alone in a barbarian land, recently conquered by her compatriots. Her path does not promise to be easy, but she does not intend to retreat.

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