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Like mold on books, grow myths on history.
Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?
It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry 'Monster!' and looked behind him.
Never repent on your own goodness child, to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strenght.
Have you ever asked yourself, do wars make monsters or do monsters make war?
For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve — like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.